MABEL
It’s the same old song and routine; just by the patchwork of moonlight and darkness. Her senses were bright and her mood was high, and she didn’t feel any trepidation from sauntering into the woods she’d known ever since she could walk, paths memorized either by either luminescence or simple instinctual design. Habitual formations caused her to tug their family’s old sled, down snow-laden paths, intertwining and mixing along trails, in and out of heavy, cumbersome boughs.
Mabel didn’t even know where they’d be staying this year – everyone else gone, perished, and dead – not so much the same as when starving bellies begged and yearned, as weakened frames carried on with wayward work. She could always cart this back to the farm, prepare like they’d done year after year, lock the doors, snow moss the splitting timber floorboards, and pray on their knees.
Or she and Evelyn could do something new, something more.
They had time to make the decision, but her mind already churned and brewed, a steady set of machinations brandishing in the back of her skull. Thoughts were given new life now that they had encompassed a change, an alteration in their beings.
The whole world was at their beck and call.
So she sighed, bending down to grab hold of a small piece of wood sticking out of the rime and ice, snatching, and placing it within the hollowed sled, listening to the vivid thunk. Empty now, but not for long.
{Open for anyone - just gathering wood for LN!}
Mabel didn’t even know where they’d be staying this year – everyone else gone, perished, and dead – not so much the same as when starving bellies begged and yearned, as weakened frames carried on with wayward work. She could always cart this back to the farm, prepare like they’d done year after year, lock the doors, snow moss the splitting timber floorboards, and pray on their knees.
Or she and Evelyn could do something new, something more.
They had time to make the decision, but her mind already churned and brewed, a steady set of machinations brandishing in the back of her skull. Thoughts were given new life now that they had encompassed a change, an alteration in their beings.
The whole world was at their beck and call.
So she sighed, bending down to grab hold of a small piece of wood sticking out of the rime and ice, snatching, and placing it within the hollowed sled, listening to the vivid thunk. Empty now, but not for long.
{Open for anyone - just gathering wood for LN!}
I bare my teeth
and stretch my claws out
and stretch my claws out
