Oct 28, 2020
( open starter @finalgirlstarters ) there was something about the tranquility of the evening air that seemed almost haunting to the brunette, who stood on the porched area outside her cabin, night breeze blustering gently across rosy cheeks. there were no car alarms, no bustling of traffic or city life, no dogs barking---- just quiet. it was almost eerie, sinister-- but for now it was peaceful. ‘hey.’ she spoke softly to the person approaching in the darkness, ‘that better be a cup of coffee in your hand.’