Unconscious
Lark stood in front of a shop staring in the window. The window was perfectly clear with imprinted gold lettering that said 'The Toy Chest' in the center of the glass. It made Lark remember things from her past. One memory stuck out more than the others. It was the memory of her fourth Christmas because it was the happiest out of them all. She hadn't had many extremely happy Christmas's since the death of her parents and even when her mother was alive they hadn't been as great as the ones she had with her Father and Mother together. Still they had been great Christmas's for the time. That particular Christmas was when she had received the best gift ever and pretty much her last great gift.
People passed by and lark looked a small doll. A young girl earlier had whined that she needed another. It turned out the girl had about 25 of these fancy, frilly porcelain dolls. Even though it was the 20th century and most places that were like where Lark lived were well supported, it still wasn't like other life styles. She didn't take her life for granted at all. That girl had taken it for granted. Lark smiled gently. She had one doll but not quite like the porcelain doll that sat in the window. All that stuff had been sold when her Father died.
Quickly Lark tore her gaze away form the toy shop. She should be going home right now because it was becoming late and colder. If anything Madam Halinor, the owner of the orphanage would be panicking.
Lark turned away and began walking down the side walk. At that exact moment the sky decided to let it snow. The snow fell lightly at first but soon began to become heavy. Lark shivered as a wind hit her her body. She muttered something unpleasant at that effect. She had to get home, or what she called home. Home was just a name, right? The crowded streets were now fading into vacant roads that held silence. Soon Lark was only fifteen minutes from home but feeling more numb with each passing second. She rubbed her dollar-store gloved hands. They pink cotton heated up slightly. Still it wasn't enough heat for her. Ugh! She'd be late for dinner!
The snow wasn't an issue with her sight but was starting to look like a small storm may happen. Lark looked at her wrist watch. It was a quarter to five or so. Hopefully she wouldn't be much longer. The snow was becoming deep, which could be an issue. Lark felt her knee's ache. She wasn't that far from her home so why did it seem it would take so long? Finally she fell to her knee's in the snow.
Tatti-desu · Sat Nov 29, 2008 @ 01:49am · 0 Comments |