In the Jingle-Jangle Mornin' | @agenthawkeyecb
If there was one good thing about being cooped up in New York, it was that the buildings were high. Very high. And no one ever went up to the top floor. It was almost like having your own private world; it was almost like playing God, you could watch all the little people and cars scurrying along and just imagine lives for all of them. That one's a single mom with two kids, her husband left because she told him he spent too carelessly; this one is a husband with no kids, married twenty years and loving every minute; those two are long-lost sisters, spending the day shopping to get reacquainted, but they know absolutely nothing about one another anymore.
This little game of Ardi's helped to distract her from her own life, but she never forgot completely. There was always a shadow on her shoulder, a little whisper in her ear, that told her, They know where you are. They will find you again. When this happened, she folded into herself, pressing her hands over her ears and screaming inside her head to block it out.
It was one of those amazing, briskly windy days, as she sat on the roof of Stark Tower, knees tucked up, arms wrapped around them, and mouth pressed against her arms. Her coughing had gone down quite a bit since she determined this spot her "hidey-hole." Maybe it was the fresh air. Ardi shrugged to herself, staring down at the ants on the streets and sidewalks.
It was one of those mornings; she didn't feel much, but that was a good thing for her.
