(no subject)
Veronica had spent more time out exploring the island in the last few days than she'd bothered to do for months now. She taken her daily jog and struck out in a different direction every time for the last few days, sliding out of the routine she'd settled into, changing it up constantly. The need to get up and go somewhere, to not be stuck here in one place on this island in the middle of nowhere, was hitting hard.
She'd come to a halt at last, late in the afternoon, out on a bit of beach far from the main community. Stretched out on the sand, down by the shore, she just sat and listened to her iPod. It had been peaceful lately, and she wasn't going to think about why. That was probably most of it.
[Locked to Ellen; dated to the 13th.]