All expectations make her heart feel numb
Mabel wasn’t one for parties. Or any celebrations. Get-togethers. Fun times. So she was suitably stunned when she ventured out at the bizarre invitation – wondering, haphazardly, if it was some sort of trap – bridging gaps and crossing paths as the sun slipped behind the trees.
Her memories of Fiat Lux weren’t so distant – even as her eyes peeled over flowers, food she couldn’t eat, crackling fires, children flinging and swinging around (clearly they didn’t recall that festival either) – all the cheer, all the rhapsody, she didn’t feel.
So the youth wandered along the sides, avoiding families and strangers alike; keeping to herself, wondering what the whole point was. If there was something else afoot.
Her memories of Fiat Lux weren’t so distant – even as her eyes peeled over flowers, food she couldn’t eat, crackling fires, children flinging and swinging around (clearly they didn’t recall that festival either) – all the cheer, all the rhapsody, she didn’t feel.
So the youth wandered along the sides, avoiding families and strangers alike; keeping to herself, wondering what the whole point was. If there was something else afoot.
MABEL
