A WALK IN THE PARK
-- by Blue She decided that it was a beautiful day. The sun was out. There were no angry gray clouds in the sky, only fluffy cumulus cotton balls that made her think of cotton candy and sweets. She was craving the sweets. There were stalls set up nearby for an up-and-going festival. She was never a festive person, but today seemed right enough to visit and take a look at the fun. It was a beautiful day after all. She started the journey from her house to the park right before sundown. The air was a bit chilly, but nevertheless refreshing. It was perfect. Not a single thing could make this go wrong. But everything seemingly perfect is just a front hiding all of the flaws. How could she forget? She wanted to. She forced herself to. Just once, she wished the facade was the real thing. Just this once, she wishes this one perfect moment to be her whole life. She turned a sharp right into a dark alley, hiding in between the ice cream shop and the guy who sold hotdogs in a bun. Why