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Realistic depiction of a newspaper illustration in The World Of It. I centered an entire story around this photo and gave the horrified woman in the background a name, Edna Cotton.

Her eyes widen in as she sees the young blonde woman's face just behind the man's shoulder-her pupils were like eggshells, her mouth, the crimson lipstick now smeared, hung open as she stood with the material of his suit crumpled within her fingers. The odd light was seemingly coming from the man's mouth.
And for a split second, Edna could swear she can hear screams, like voices deep within a tunnel. Screaming for help, crying, yelling in abject horror and pain. She's unable to look away, taking a sharp inhale followed by a gasp. Realizing it was coming from her, she clamps her palm to her lips, still unable to tear her gaze away. It was almost an out of body experience seeing this bizarre sight. Her brain unable to fathom what was happening.
Suddenly the light disappears and the man turns to look back at Edna, his eyes like two large shining gold coins. He lets go of the woman and she drops limply to the ground as Edna starts running, almost tripping, her heels nearly sending her tumbling forward. She ducks between two houses, her heartbeat thumping against her throat, he breathing loud and ragged.
She stays put. Closing her lids, she leans the back of her skull against the wooden side of the house. Just as her breathing slows down, she hears a rustling in the nearby brush. Panic sweeps over her as she looks to the bushes, seeing nothing but a large stray dog. White fur bright in the darkness.
She sighs in relief.
"You sure are clean, must not be a stray," she says as she steps out from the shadows to pat the pooch on his head. "Perhaps you have a nice clean home. In that case, you shouldn't be out."
With that, and with the bizarre scene she just witnessed dissipating from her thoughts, she heads back down the road towards her new home on 29 Neibolt Street. The dog watches her leave, its eyes sparking yellow as red stripes sprout along the bristly fur along its snout.

Description
Realistic depiction of a newspaper illustration in The World Of It. I centered an entire story around this photo and gave the horrified woman in the background a name, Edna Cotton.

Her eyes widen in as she sees the young blonde woman's face just behind the man's shoulder-her pupils were like eggshells, her mouth, the crimson lipstick now smeared, hung open as she stood with the material of his suit crumpled within her fingers. The odd light was seemingly coming from the man's mouth.
And for a split second, Edna could swear she can hear screams, like voices deep within a tunnel. Screaming for help, crying, yelling in abject horror and pain. She's unable to look away, taking a sharp inhale followed by a gasp. Realizing it was coming from her, she clamps her palm to her lips, still unable to tear her gaze away. It was almost an out of body experience seeing this bizarre sight. Her brain unable to fathom what was happening.
Suddenly the light disappears and the man turns to look back at Edna, his eyes like two large shining gold coins. He lets go of the woman and she drops limply to the ground as Edna starts running, almost tripping, her heels nearly sending her tumbling forward. She ducks between two houses, her heartbeat thumping against her throat, he breathing loud and ragged.
She stays put. Closing her lids, she leans the back of her skull against the wooden side of the house. Just as her breathing slows down, she hears a rustling in the nearby brush. Panic sweeps over her as she looks to the bushes, seeing nothing but a large stray dog. White fur bright in the darkness.
She sighs in relief.
"You sure are clean, must not be a stray," she says as she steps out from the shadows to pat the pooch on his head. "Perhaps you have a nice clean home. In that case, you shouldn't be out."
With that, and with the bizarre scene she just witnessed dissipating from her thoughts, she heads back down the road towards her new home on 29 Neibolt Street. The dog watches her leave, its eyes sparking yellow as red stripes sprout along the bristly fur along its snout.