Forest
Mathilda had started wondering what heaven really was. There were so many interpretations so many things to be said and read, but heave was usually always in the sky.
It was growing warmer, almost barely, but you could tell spring was approaching as the animals and the birds begin to appear again day after day. The blue tits that had been here all winter frequently bounce in and out of gardens. Mathilda didn’t like to walk alone, but while he parents were out there was something that had been tugging at her mind. Two girls dead and one missing and quite possibly dead.
Mathilda’s hands warmed inside her gloves as she groped at the frosty tree trunks and pushed away low branches. She was in the forest where they found Anwen’s body. In truth she had been debating on whether she should go or not. To do what she didn’t know. She thought, perhaps if she went there she might feel something - might learn why she was out there.
The sound of a creek trickled and flowed through her ears, Mathilda had bundled up thickly today, but she couldn’t stop shaking. Her hands though warmer than they had been all winter were shaking and her body was quivering with nervousness. She froze at every sound that might signal she wasn’t alone, but there was no one. Absolutely no one. This made even more alert.
Mathilda descended to the bank of the creek, its dark, ominous waters greeting her like old demons. She knew this creek was shallow and it would be easy to cross it and go deeper into the woods. Mathilda was still near the entrance, close to town. Think, broken sheets of frozen ice floated down the creek. She stood there contemplating on whether or not she should cross it. Before any decision could be made a voice interrupted her and she jolted in surprise, a wear cry dying before it could be sounded. Before her, across the creek already was someone else.
Theodore had decided to go for a walk in the nearby woods to clear his head. The circus had just opened, and he had already made a ton of cash. Hopefully he would be able to keep most of the cut for himself, after dealing what was due to his performers.
The man enjoyed this time of year, because everything was still frigid with Winter's kiss, but Spring was begging to be released from underneath all of the icy white. He loved it, because it reminded him so much of himself.
Theodore came upon a small creek and watched as ice chunks floated upon the icy waters. He watched a particular chunk float faster than the others, pushing its way past any that got in its way. He felt a connection with that piece of ice.
Then he saw her; a young blonde, approaching the creek. He stood stock still, not wanting to draw attention to himself.
When she seemed to be contemplating crossing the creek, he cleared his throat. "I wouldn't try it, doll," he said in a sure tone.
