@turpentimeline
Jazz always enjoyed coming to the local park.
It was always filled with people talking and enjoying themselves, and the park itself was a beautiful place to visit. Green trees, plenty of flowers and wildlife... she really wished she had brought her Polaroid with her this time. Alas, she had errands to run on this particular day, which unfortunately meant she wouldn’t have much time to take pictures anyway.
Although… it wouldn’t hurt to take a detour through the park on the way to her next stop. She made her way down one of the grassy pathways, mindlessly humming a soft tune.
However, she was abruptly stopped by the whiff of… something invading her senses. She paused, scrunching up her nose.
Was that… was that smoke??











