Jan 30, 2017
Story Boxes
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Drusilla found herself in a park, in the middle of the night. There was a nice clearing with a bench in the square of the city, where she sat bundled up in a fur collared coat with a warm hat and muff. She wasn’t exactly cold, but she liked the soft feel of the fur muff against her fingers as she stared off at the lights in the windows. She watched the people’s shadows and stories of their lives danced in her mind.
She let out a soft sound that might’ve been a lonely sigh, as she watched.