Walking on Water (OPEN)
Feb 26, 2011 22:14:23 GMT -5
Post by Bellatrix on Feb 26, 2011 22:14:23 GMT -5
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Ekaterina Fleur sat there, in front of her house, in a hunter green shirt and an unzipped muddy brown hoody paired with her worn out jeans. Her flamboyant orange hair contrasted to the dark colors she wore and the pure white of the snow covering treetops and the ground, houses and anything outside, really.
Each snowflake was like little white ballerina dancing and twirling in the sky. Ekaterina watched them, content at just sitting there, watching what seemed so pretty and flawless when really, it was just snow. Distracting herself with things that were beautiful helped her concentrate on things other than the turmoil of her brain and the hunger in her stomach. It's like walking on water, she thought, as she stood up, shaking snow that had settled in her hair and on her shoulders. Impossible. Impossible to evade hunger.
She sighed as her stomach growled. It wasn't a growl, really. More like a roaring lion. She walked in circles a bit, then settled back down where she was before. Food. She needed food. But she could not do anything about it. Soon, the tesserae she had signed up for would come, and her family of 5 would eat.
Ekaterina Fleur sat there, in front of her house, in a hunter green shirt and an unzipped muddy brown hoody paired with her worn out jeans. Her flamboyant orange hair contrasted to the dark colors she wore and the pure white of the snow covering treetops and the ground, houses and anything outside, really.
Each snowflake was like little white ballerina dancing and twirling in the sky. Ekaterina watched them, content at just sitting there, watching what seemed so pretty and flawless when really, it was just snow. Distracting herself with things that were beautiful helped her concentrate on things other than the turmoil of her brain and the hunger in her stomach. It's like walking on water, she thought, as she stood up, shaking snow that had settled in her hair and on her shoulders. Impossible. Impossible to evade hunger.
She sighed as her stomach growled. It wasn't a growl, really. More like a roaring lion. She walked in circles a bit, then settled back down where she was before. Food. She needed food. But she could not do anything about it. Soon, the tesserae she had signed up for would come, and her family of 5 would eat.
