Post by Morgana Price on Sept 3, 2010 7:32:48 GMT -5
Morgana shivered as a breeze hit her. She struggled to remember why she was in a cemetery at 11:14 PM; then she recalled the date. Of course, visiting her grandmother's grave, and her shift had ended late tonight. Her sneakers barely made a sound on the grass, but she could feel every pebble through the soles. The flowers had wilted, but the old crone would only have enjoyed them as a reason to be nasty. It seemed a bit ironic to her that the only grandchild that woman had hated was the only one to visit her burial site at all. Then again, she was really the only one living close enough, even though that wasn't really an excuse. It was only once a year, for goodness sake!
The moon was hidden behind clouds, so she had to use her little flashlight. The lonely yellow beam barely penetrated the darkness for Morgana to make her way without running into anything. The longer she stared at it, the weaker and paler it looked; she had forgotten spare batteries, so if it died, she'd have to make due with her other senses. Which, unfortunately meant she would be bumping into stuff and falling over things. There was nothing strange about tonight, but the hair on the back of her neck simply would not go down.
Shrugging off her discomfort as paranoia, she focused her mind on the location of the grave she was heading toward. When she found it, she knelt to the ground and bowed her head in silence. Even in the dark, she could tell the grass had grown half as tall as the tombstone. It rustled as she moved to place the flowers at the foot of the marker. She whispered the prayer that was carved into the back of the stone and kissed her hand before placing her fingers on the cold thing. A chill crept down her spine, and she stood. Maybe she stood too fast, or she was more scared than she thought, but the young woman felt light headed, so she waited for a minute with one hand on the headstone for balance. When her head returned to normal, she looked at the ground she had just knelt on, and already there was no trace she'd ever been there. When her time came, would the world be the same as the grass was tonight?
Tucking a loose strand of the fiery red silk back behind her ear, she shook her head at the odd mood she was in tonight. As she made her way back to the gate, Morgana muttered to herself about night trips; mainly reminding herself that there was nothing in the dark to fear. She had gone only a few steps more when she realized that she'd forgotten to close the squeaky gate behind her.
Creek! The wind moved it, and she nearly jumped out of her skin at the sudden sound. She started laughing at herself, but there was that uneasy edge to it. She secured the gate and began her long walk home. Times like this, she wondered why she didn't own a car, or at least a bike. In the light of day, her decisions were sound, but this wasn't then; this was now, and now wasn't the best time to walk alone. Especially when her flashlight kept threatening to go out.
Count:001
Other Stuff: Sorry, working on codes to make it pretty and what not.
The moon was hidden behind clouds, so she had to use her little flashlight. The lonely yellow beam barely penetrated the darkness for Morgana to make her way without running into anything. The longer she stared at it, the weaker and paler it looked; she had forgotten spare batteries, so if it died, she'd have to make due with her other senses. Which, unfortunately meant she would be bumping into stuff and falling over things. There was nothing strange about tonight, but the hair on the back of her neck simply would not go down.
Shrugging off her discomfort as paranoia, she focused her mind on the location of the grave she was heading toward. When she found it, she knelt to the ground and bowed her head in silence. Even in the dark, she could tell the grass had grown half as tall as the tombstone. It rustled as she moved to place the flowers at the foot of the marker. She whispered the prayer that was carved into the back of the stone and kissed her hand before placing her fingers on the cold thing. A chill crept down her spine, and she stood. Maybe she stood too fast, or she was more scared than she thought, but the young woman felt light headed, so she waited for a minute with one hand on the headstone for balance. When her head returned to normal, she looked at the ground she had just knelt on, and already there was no trace she'd ever been there. When her time came, would the world be the same as the grass was tonight?
Tucking a loose strand of the fiery red silk back behind her ear, she shook her head at the odd mood she was in tonight. As she made her way back to the gate, Morgana muttered to herself about night trips; mainly reminding herself that there was nothing in the dark to fear. She had gone only a few steps more when she realized that she'd forgotten to close the squeaky gate behind her.
Creek! The wind moved it, and she nearly jumped out of her skin at the sudden sound. She started laughing at herself, but there was that uneasy edge to it. She secured the gate and began her long walk home. Times like this, she wondered why she didn't own a car, or at least a bike. In the light of day, her decisions were sound, but this wasn't then; this was now, and now wasn't the best time to walk alone. Especially when her flashlight kept threatening to go out.
Count:001
Other Stuff: Sorry, working on codes to make it pretty and what not.
