A snippet from Fly, Songbird, Fly by pap3rtigers. The background is a gradient from deep teal to pale pink, with white text that reads:
"This folder has everything you need to know. What we're offering. What each option entails. Who we are—to a point." A rueful smile crosses her lips, and you almost, almost find yourself smiling back. "There's a lot that's redacted, since you have no clearance, but… it's a start."
She stands then, slowly, and steps back. "No one will bother you until you decide. I might come in again and check on you, make sure you've eaten, but there's no pressure. You're not a prisoner here. And if you decide you want to leave… please stop by the nurse's desk, first. I'll leave a few things there—clothes, money—so if you want a clean break, you can have it."
At the door, she hesitates. Turns back. "There's a hoodie on the other chair, by the way. Price left it here on accident, but between you and me… he likely left it for you. Oh, and… if I don't see you again… take care of yourself, kiddo."
Happy #WIPWednesday from my #poly141 #codfic!! Chapter 10 is coming along well and Kate Laswell is making me cry actively ehehehe. #pap3rfics #writingcommunity #writing
I need to cut some of the ellipses from this though it feels so clunky AHAHA