MABEL
Mabel didn’t grieve. Not for the moment.
Her eyes were dry and her footsteps were light in between the shadows of darkness, but she followed after the trail of flight she and Aamu had taken days before. The streaks and patterns were indistinct, different, but still the range of grass under her bare feet, still the flowers slinking away from her touch, still the soft petals glistening, radiating towards the next morning’s light.
There was another nearby – and she could only hear the slightest of sounds, not picking up on the whispers.
She presumed he wouldn’t want someone else nearby, not for whatever was occurring. So she strayed further inward, along one of the stone benches, settling down upon the range of its expanse, and staring out into the abyss, into the setting of the sun, into the cloaking of new days and new ages.
Her eyes were dry and her footsteps were light in between the shadows of darkness, but she followed after the trail of flight she and Aamu had taken days before. The streaks and patterns were indistinct, different, but still the range of grass under her bare feet, still the flowers slinking away from her touch, still the soft petals glistening, radiating towards the next morning’s light.
There was another nearby – and she could only hear the slightest of sounds, not picking up on the whispers.
She presumed he wouldn’t want someone else nearby, not for whatever was occurring. So she strayed further inward, along one of the stone benches, settling down upon the range of its expanse, and staring out into the abyss, into the setting of the sun, into the cloaking of new days and new ages.
If you dig under my feet
You will find things that you don't want to see
You will find things that you don't want to see
