Differences (ota)
J.L. emerges from the woods with two rabbits freshly caught tied together with string in his hands. There's food here to purchase, but he finds it more fulfilling to hunt. His cast is finally off and how all that remains of his brown arm is a tensor bandage wrapped from shoulder to wrist. He's almost all better.
He pauses at the small hill that overlooks the village and the lake. He pauses and looks. The nature, the beauty, it's all different here. There's not that many places left untouched back home. J.L. is compelled to stand and take it in. In the silence he can hear the wind and the birds. Birds. They are rare to hear.
Something swells up inside him. It's like this place is taboo. Like he shouldn't be seeing this. He wasn't meant to be here.
He pauses at the small hill that overlooks the village and the lake. He pauses and looks. The nature, the beauty, it's all different here. There's not that many places left untouched back home. J.L. is compelled to stand and take it in. In the silence he can hear the wind and the birds. Birds. They are rare to hear.
Something swells up inside him. It's like this place is taboo. Like he shouldn't be seeing this. He wasn't meant to be here.