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There was scratch marks on her ankle blood dripped down her skin. The old iron was rusted but still held onto her as if it was brand new. The wind swept through her short hair and whipped around her face reminding her the taste of freedom. There was the sound of a stick moving across the old metal wall she was chained to. The woman came into view and she lunged at her but the chain pulled her legs right out from under her. She hit the ground with a thud and clenched her fists.

There was scratch marks on her ankle blood dripped down her skin. The old iron was rusted but still held onto her as if it was brand new. The wind swept through her short hair and whipped around her face reminding her the taste of freedom. There was the sound of a stick moving across the old metal wall she was chained to. The woman came into view and she lunged at her but the chain pulled her legs right out from under her. She hit the ground with a thud and clenched her fists.

Helena Bonham Carter in Stella Magazine by Gustavo Papaleo – Tuesday, November 20th, 2012

Helena Bonham Carter in Stella Magazine by Gustavo Papaleo – Tuesday, November 20th, 2012