{"id":2310,"date":"2014-11-18T04:56:12","date_gmt":"2014-11-18T04:56:12","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2014\/11\/18\/she-walks-everyday-through-the-streets-of-new-2\/"},"modified":"2014-11-18T04:56:12","modified_gmt":"2014-11-18T04:56:12","slug":"she-walks-everyday-through-the-streets-of-new-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/2014\/11\/18\/she-walks-everyday-through-the-streets-of-new-2\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"

~She walks everyday through the streets of New Orleans<\/em><\/p>\n

The street where she walks is dappled with splotches of light, where the streetlights still glow. Distant, perhaps, are the sounds of a modern city, but here on the residential street there are only crickets and the irregular beat of her footsteps. The breeze of her motion pulls her hair, loose to the knees and unnaturally bloody in the streetlights, away from her face. Sometimes she lifts her eyes to the narrow crescent of the moon, sliding through the leaves of the trees overhead.<\/p>\n

~I must love what I destroy, and destroy the thing I love<\/em><\/p>\n

It\u2019s midnight, the witching hour, but her thoughts won\u2019t let her rest. It\u2019s the old nightmare, new again since she came here. She walks faster, but can\u2019t escape. Fiercely, softly, she says, \u201cI don\u2019t miss you,\u201d but it\u2019s a lie. If she says it enough she might believe it. She doesn\u2019t realise she\u2019s stopped, is clutching someone\u2019s wrought iron fence in a deathgrip. \u201cWas I not good enough?\u201d But the person she\u2019s talking to isn\u2019t there.<\/p>\n

Someone else is, though. She didn’t notice them, in the shadows, in the dark.<\/p>\n

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~She walks everyday through the streets of New Orleans The street where she walks is dappled with splotches of light, where the streetlights still glow. Distant, perhaps, are the sounds of a modern city, but here on the residential street there are only crickets and the irregular beat of her footsteps. The breeze of her … Continue reading <\/span> →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[10,306,307,17],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2310"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2310"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2310\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2310"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2310"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.firechildren.net\/lightfire\/iamthefirechild\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2310"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}