Write an opening. Start with; January was…

 

 

Luna writes;

 

January was behaving erratically. The apartment was empty and she was pacing through it. My first impression was of distress. Her face was haunted, full of dread, eyes frantic and unfocused. She walked up and down in straight lines in a pattern that repeated few paths.

She looked up when she heard me walk in through the door. Her hand shot up behind her neck and her mouth opened. She said nothing. When she did, she walked to the side table and handed me a note. ‘She’s gone.’

 

Dearest,

After our talk the other day, I think it is best if I go. I have my mobile on me if you want to reach me, but I may not mind it much. Come and visit if you want.

Love

 

‘Is this all ?’
‘Yes,’ she sighed. ‘She says she took her mobile, but I think she is referring to the one I gave her. I wouldn’t know which other one she would mean. I tried ringing it, but it goes straight to voicemail.’
‘Great,’ I said and sank to the couch.

 

 

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