Delilah: Sea, Sand and Surf!
Delilah shifted her weight from side to side. Then she began kicking at the sand and the small scrubby plants peeking through. She understood what Bradford had meant about being in two places, awake and asleep, at once. She balled her fists and crossed her arms tightly.
"I only know some, okay? And I was with the Pig-Man, but I'm notta pig, alright? I'm a person," she mumbled.
She wiggled her toes to get the sand out, but it didn't do much good.
"The clown was gonna get us. And the Pig came and said he would help us. But he put these heavy chains on my neck." She bent forward a little, to indicate the weight of the iron collar. "And I had to work all the time. When I was awake, I was okay. But when I went to sleep it was like being awake again. But in this nasty, hot tent. And everyone was all chained up making toys. Me too. So we broke the chain and ran away. But it didn't work."
She looked at her feet. She scrubbed one foot against the other, but the grains never all fell away. She thought about Mark and whether or not she was ready to explain ditching him. Maybe later.
"The Pig looks big and fat, but it's really fast. And strong. It got me. It got my eye like that!" She snapped her hand closed right in front of Bradford's face, fingers pursed together the way Hogwash had when his tinged talons sank into her eye socket. Before, she would have taken an impish glee in telling a good ghost story and the jump scare at the end. But her eyes felt so tired and her mouth couldn't smile.
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