The park- Friday evening
There were dead people walking around the island, and apparently it was the opposite of what every movie ever told you: it was a good thing. To be honest, Kitty was really excited by the idea. She'd lost a lot of people over the last seven years. One of those deaths had led to her upending her whole life. She wanted the chance to see some of them again. Of course, she'd had to hear about it on radio, rather than running into someone she thought was gone forever. So she'd gotten out, thinking that would be better than staying in her apartment all day, and nothing.
By now she was accepting that anyone who'd have come to see her would have found her right away. Which meant that she just didn't have anyone here.
Still not wanting to go back to her apartment as that way led to wallowing and probably tears, Kitty went to the park and found an empty bench where she could pull her feet up to her chest and just sit for a while. ...And watch the gremlin that seemed to be skating on the lake as if testing whether or not the ice was thick enough-
Nope, it wasn't.
[Boredom won out against common sense in not depressing my characters at work. Come distract me from my headache.]
By now she was accepting that anyone who'd have come to see her would have found her right away. Which meant that she just didn't have anyone here.
Still not wanting to go back to her apartment as that way led to wallowing and probably tears, Kitty went to the park and found an empty bench where she could pull her feet up to her chest and just sit for a while. ...And watch the gremlin that seemed to be skating on the lake as if testing whether or not the ice was thick enough-
Nope, it wasn't.
[Boredom won out against common sense in not depressing my characters at work. Come distract me from my headache.]