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 she did this exactly, she never quite understood. Maybe she was exhausted because frankly, this spontaneous decision to be with the fun crowd wasn't a totally good idea. Or maybe she just felt like the lights were too blinding as the sun went down and all the stalls turned out their glaring yellow bulbs. Or, as highly like that this would be it, her brain might have decided to give her a little wake-up call. 


It was time to go back to reality. 


Littering empty wine bottles and beer cans stood by this half-empty trash bin. They should've been inside it, but instead, they were carelessly placed by a corner where no one would notice with just a glance. 


But she noticed. It was there. You can't hide it from her. She knows it's there. It's infuriating. 


Smash. One after the other, glass shards flung in every direction. 


Crash. The once silent alley came booming with so much noise as if the stray cats and dogs had their little gang fight in the shadows. 


She stood there after breaking all of the bottles and stepping on every last bit of beer can she could see. It was an ugly sight. But that didn't matter. So what? she thought.


Her hand clutched onto the neck of an already broken wine bottle, its sharp edges glaring right in the middle like the tips of a royal crown glittering with jewels. She gripped it, tight enough that she felt sweat moisten its smooth surface. 


She wanted to stab someone with it. Anyone. Maybe even herself. But she shook her head and threw the piece of garbage right into the sad-looking trash bin. 


Then, she walked away. 


It was all too quick, too simple. 


Too stupid. 


"Where did you go?" her mother asked. 


She shrugged, not meeting her gaze—purposely avoiding it while hiding a glare. "I went for a walk." 




_________ Thank you for reading <3




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  1. MieshaFebruary 3, 2023 at 9:23 AM

    Felt like I raged with her. Thank you.

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    1. BluFebruary 18, 2023 at 11:51 PM

      i don't know why but the replies don't give me notifications so I'm only reading this now. Thanks for reading this update TwT

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