Midnight Ripples (ota)
It was the middle of the night and Alice sat on a bench that was facing the shimmering waters of the lake. The lake was calm with only a slight ripple now and then when the breeze grew strong enough to cause a disturbance. She always felt better at night than in the day which was a result, she knew, from back home. It was safer to travel at night, away from the watchful eyes of Umbrella. The desert was also not your friend in the middle of the day.
She shifted on the bench and leaned forward with her elbows on her knees. Her gaze watched the moon's reflection on the water as she let her mind wander. Animal, her cat, seemed to be sick. It was an odd thing, to be worried for an animal, but she knew part of the reason was that Animal was her last connection to Carlos. If Animal died, her last reminder would be gone and that was something that pulled deep in the depths of her stomach.
The breeze washed by and for a moment Alice was distracted by a dragonfly skimming the water. The way the light hit it made it almost look like a magical fearie. The darkness was good at causing illusions - shadows of things our soul searched for.
She shifted on the bench and leaned forward with her elbows on her knees. Her gaze watched the moon's reflection on the water as she let her mind wander. Animal, her cat, seemed to be sick. It was an odd thing, to be worried for an animal, but she knew part of the reason was that Animal was her last connection to Carlos. If Animal died, her last reminder would be gone and that was something that pulled deep in the depths of her stomach.
The breeze washed by and for a moment Alice was distracted by a dragonfly skimming the water. The way the light hit it made it almost look like a magical fearie. The darkness was good at causing illusions - shadows of things our soul searched for.