Washer Woman [Open]
Sept 2, 2012 10:07:14 GMT -5
Post by krimson on Sept 2, 2012 10:07:14 GMT -5
Krimson sat quietly on her back porch, using the meager light of a single candle to thread her needle. The small dress in her hands, made for a little twelve year old girl in town, needed to be finished tonight. The Reaping, that time of year that everyone in Penam dreaded, was upon them. In just a week two children would be taken from District 12, and all the other districts. She hoped that this soft blue dress that she had so carefully made, would make it to see another year. That it's wearer would go back home with her family after the names were drawn. After that moment so filled with tension and dread. When the entire town square was so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.
She exhaled deeply, her hands stilling as she looked out over her small yard, over her little garden, and to the house behind hers. They had three children in the reaping this year. All of whom had their names in more than once. Would it be one of them?
Krimson shook her head, sending strands of her red hair flying loose from the ribbon they were tied back with. She couldn't think about it. She couldn't sit here and wonder what child would leave them next week. What boy and girl would never return to their family and friends.
Before Krimson had really registered her own thoughts, she had put down the dress and stood. She needed a walk. She needed to take her mind off of everything. So, leaving her candle sitting on the window sill by her chair, Krimson stepped off her porch and began walking quietly down the street. Really, she wasn't allowed to be out at this time of night, but she lived on the edge of the Seam, and there would be no Peacekeepers around. She would stay close to her house and no one would be the wiser. She knew, because this wasn't the first time she had left her porch and walked the streets of the Seam late at night. This was becoming a regular thing for her.
She exhaled deeply, her hands stilling as she looked out over her small yard, over her little garden, and to the house behind hers. They had three children in the reaping this year. All of whom had their names in more than once. Would it be one of them?
Krimson shook her head, sending strands of her red hair flying loose from the ribbon they were tied back with. She couldn't think about it. She couldn't sit here and wonder what child would leave them next week. What boy and girl would never return to their family and friends.
Before Krimson had really registered her own thoughts, she had put down the dress and stood. She needed a walk. She needed to take her mind off of everything. So, leaving her candle sitting on the window sill by her chair, Krimson stepped off her porch and began walking quietly down the street. Really, she wasn't allowed to be out at this time of night, but she lived on the edge of the Seam, and there would be no Peacekeepers around. She would stay close to her house and no one would be the wiser. She knew, because this wasn't the first time she had left her porch and walked the streets of the Seam late at night. This was becoming a regular thing for her.
