Strangers in the street {open!}
Nov 5, 2011 21:43:58 GMT -5
Post by loralaifrost on Nov 5, 2011 21:43:58 GMT -5
Nomey stood in front of a used wares shop just off street to the center of town. She stared into the window thinking. She hadn't meant to be there so long but once she stopped in front of the glass her daydreams started. She seemed to be looking at an old harmonica, or perhaps the silver locket next to it in the window but she didn't see either.
In her mind she was far away. She imagined the sun on her face and butterflies in the air. Green grass in a thick carpet on the ground instead of the murky puddles and mud that dotted and dirtied the street she was standing now. A little boy with blond hair laughing and spinning in circles. It was always a boy, never a girl. She wondered why for a brief moment but by no means did it break the image in her mind. Her eyes blinked unseeing. Her hair was getting long and it shagged over her face but it didn't bother her. Not at the moment anyway.
Nomey's skin kissed skin was chilled and darker than normal as blood bathed her cheeks in warmth. Her eyes seemed to darken with the cold and resemble the mud on her boots. She wore a new jacket. It was khaki colored and had pockets on each biceps and one inside the breast. The inside was lined with a thick flannel that kept her nice and warm as she stood out in front of the shop.
She didn't realize she was humming or that she had both her hands pressed firmly to her sweater over her stomach. She was oblivious to the people passing by and the sound of chatter that came from a small group of older people outside the eatery across the alleyway from where she stood. They've now started to watch her but she was deeply retracted into her own mind and wouldn't notice. Perfectly at peace, she stared through the grass at a beautiful fantasy. [/size]
In her mind she was far away. She imagined the sun on her face and butterflies in the air. Green grass in a thick carpet on the ground instead of the murky puddles and mud that dotted and dirtied the street she was standing now. A little boy with blond hair laughing and spinning in circles. It was always a boy, never a girl. She wondered why for a brief moment but by no means did it break the image in her mind. Her eyes blinked unseeing. Her hair was getting long and it shagged over her face but it didn't bother her. Not at the moment anyway.
Nomey's skin kissed skin was chilled and darker than normal as blood bathed her cheeks in warmth. Her eyes seemed to darken with the cold and resemble the mud on her boots. She wore a new jacket. It was khaki colored and had pockets on each biceps and one inside the breast. The inside was lined with a thick flannel that kept her nice and warm as she stood out in front of the shop.
She didn't realize she was humming or that she had both her hands pressed firmly to her sweater over her stomach. She was oblivious to the people passing by and the sound of chatter that came from a small group of older people outside the eatery across the alleyway from where she stood. They've now started to watch her but she was deeply retracted into her own mind and wouldn't notice. Perfectly at peace, she stared through the grass at a beautiful fantasy. [/size]
