Morning After the Encounter: Part 9

In her pink 1960s kitchen, she pours tea and sets a cup in front of the moustached colonel. He sits rigid at the tiny table, listening as she calmly gives her eyewitness account — every detail sharp, remembered, impossible. She speaks softly; he doesn’t touch his tea. By the time she finishes, he’s staring at her in stunned disbelief, unsure whether she’s traumatised… or telling the truth. #Barbiesigniture #Taken @cataww234