cinnamon girl // autumn [day one]

[hesper hart 🐺 d9f]

AUTUMN ;

I was surprised by how quiet the arena was once I got away from all the hustle and bustle. I guess it made sense- there were miles and miles of land reserved just for the twenty-four of us. It'd seemed like so much more when we were all circled around each other, but now I haven't seen a soul except the people who decided not to kill me in the bloodbath. Even with the three of 'em trudging along, I'd never felt more alone. I reckoned they felt the same, and they should've. All eyes on us, every pair hoping to catch the moment when we made our first mistake and the end of us began.

I let them lead the way, keeping my lips sealed and my eyes peeled. From this distance, the cornucopia looked more desolate. The big boulders sat tall and imposing against the barren sands. I wondered if the sand would ever get heated enough to burn my feet like it did back home during the summer months, when Daddy worked less and we grilled at the lake more. But judging from the storm clouds up in the mountains, I doubted it.

Again, the umbrella I picked up after the bloodbath felt especially heavy in my hands with the thought, so I unshouldered my bag and shoved the umbrella inside for safekeeping.

[autumn collects things]