lost little lamb . zori
Sept 25, 2020 0:42:21 GMT -5
Post by cass on Sept 25, 2020 0:42:21 GMT -5
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O P A L
Katelyn talked about Vasco Izar as if he was the greatest thing to ever exist. He was the sun on a winter’s day bringing warmth with it, the kind that reveals spring under snow and welcomes a new year with its touch. That was the kind of picture she got when she thought about him.
The Izar name was synonymous with death in Opal’s eyes, tainted by coffin after coffin she had seen disappear in a train on its way back to be buried in the ground. She often wondered how a man built from the tombstones of his loved ones could be so kind and gentle. Most people turned bitter, filled with hatred at the world and wanting to drown it alongside them.
It takes a selfless person to choose to carry that burden and try to make others’ lives better.
She’d asked Katelyn for his address, eager to meet the man that had held Katelyn and kept her spirit strong when Opal had not been there.
The bunch of flowers in her arms felt awkward, like a display of appreciation that was unwarranted. She shifted them to her other arm, looking at the words scribbled onto the palm of her hand as she walked down another street. She was sure it had to be around here somewhere; she’d asked Katelyn for step by step instructions.
Shit. Had she taken the wrong street?
She glanced around her, looking for the street name but finding nothing. After a few moments of panic, she continued, gnawing at her lip as her eyes frantically searched each house number and light post she walked past.
After a few more moments she let out a loud and exasperated sigh, pushing her head against the tissue paper that wrapped the punch of flowers. The smell was soothing, calming her uncertainty as it swelled in her belly. This was not the best place to get lost, she had no way of contacting Katelyn, no way of really finding her way back to her accommodation.
She sat down, folding her legs, eyebrows knitted into a scowl as she stared at the writing on her hand. She was sure this was the same street- maybe it was the next one over? Vasco’s house had to be around here somewhere. How big could district eleven be?
The Izar name was synonymous with death in Opal’s eyes, tainted by coffin after coffin she had seen disappear in a train on its way back to be buried in the ground. She often wondered how a man built from the tombstones of his loved ones could be so kind and gentle. Most people turned bitter, filled with hatred at the world and wanting to drown it alongside them.
It takes a selfless person to choose to carry that burden and try to make others’ lives better.
She’d asked Katelyn for his address, eager to meet the man that had held Katelyn and kept her spirit strong when Opal had not been there.
The bunch of flowers in her arms felt awkward, like a display of appreciation that was unwarranted. She shifted them to her other arm, looking at the words scribbled onto the palm of her hand as she walked down another street. She was sure it had to be around here somewhere; she’d asked Katelyn for step by step instructions.
Shit. Had she taken the wrong street?
She glanced around her, looking for the street name but finding nothing. After a few moments of panic, she continued, gnawing at her lip as her eyes frantically searched each house number and light post she walked past.
After a few more moments she let out a loud and exasperated sigh, pushing her head against the tissue paper that wrapped the punch of flowers. The smell was soothing, calming her uncertainty as it swelled in her belly. This was not the best place to get lost, she had no way of contacting Katelyn, no way of really finding her way back to her accommodation.
She sat down, folding her legs, eyebrows knitted into a scowl as she stared at the writing on her hand. She was sure this was the same street- maybe it was the next one over? Vasco’s house had to be around here somewhere. How big could district eleven be?
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