phantompierrot
I await thee with bated breath!
The morning sun was dulled by a thin spread of clouds, blotted by the tall, leafy trees outside Aubrey's window. The branches undulated in the gentle breeze and tapped at her window like a special good morning salutation from the outside. Rolling out of bed, her bare feet padded quietly over the cold hardwood floors to her wardrobe, where she dug through haphazardly for the day's outfit, then to the bathroom to fix up her face and brush out her hair.
Downstairs, her father stood in the kitchen making breakfast, the table already set and waiting for Aubrey. She came down quietly like a shadow, lingering for only a few minutes before disappearing again. Her father sighed as he watched her stride out the door and start her engine, watched her vanish down the road. Always quiet, always to herself. He wondered how long she would act that way.
No work today, thank goodness, she thought as she drove to the far end of Blackwood, where all the buildings and streets faded into rolling hills and scattered trees. It was the older side of town, with a few run-down places and ancient houses left to the effects of time. But that was alright. The empty natural environment was exactly what Aubrey was going for.
Kayla was supposed to be meeting with her today for a picnic. Between work and school and home responsibilities, there hadn't been much time for them to hang out as proper friends do. To Aubrey, it seemed to have been an eternity since they last spend real quality time together. And picnicking is the perfect thing for that.
The hills sloped in a fashion that created a bowl in the earth, where an old park marked with grown-over trails stood in the lonesome. Above, the thin clouds gave way to beams of warm light and set the grass to gleaming like a green sea, rolling like waves with the breeze. "Am I good at this, or what?" Aubrey said to herself satisfactorily. "Perfect setting, perfect weather, all for perfect people." She looked at the time. Oops, a little too early. Well, it was better than being late - Aubrey was quite good at being late.
Downstairs, her father stood in the kitchen making breakfast, the table already set and waiting for Aubrey. She came down quietly like a shadow, lingering for only a few minutes before disappearing again. Her father sighed as he watched her stride out the door and start her engine, watched her vanish down the road. Always quiet, always to herself. He wondered how long she would act that way.
No work today, thank goodness, she thought as she drove to the far end of Blackwood, where all the buildings and streets faded into rolling hills and scattered trees. It was the older side of town, with a few run-down places and ancient houses left to the effects of time. But that was alright. The empty natural environment was exactly what Aubrey was going for.
Kayla was supposed to be meeting with her today for a picnic. Between work and school and home responsibilities, there hadn't been much time for them to hang out as proper friends do. To Aubrey, it seemed to have been an eternity since they last spend real quality time together. And picnicking is the perfect thing for that.
The hills sloped in a fashion that created a bowl in the earth, where an old park marked with grown-over trails stood in the lonesome. Above, the thin clouds gave way to beams of warm light and set the grass to gleaming like a green sea, rolling like waves with the breeze. "Am I good at this, or what?" Aubrey said to herself satisfactorily. "Perfect setting, perfect weather, all for perfect people." She looked at the time. Oops, a little too early. Well, it was better than being late - Aubrey was quite good at being late.
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