Post by Sonya Chernova on Nov 8, 2020 23:25:48 GMT -5
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Was it a pocket watch? She couldn't rightly tell. Not that it mattered, not her problem. Sonya strode down the street, hands behind her back, fingers interlaced and eyes on the sky. She spun in place, admiring the clouds from all the way down here. Oh what it would be to be up there again, to see the world from on high. She missed life in the clouds-on occasion-it was a surreal feeling. Even so, there was something special about this place. She sniffed the air, a scent, beautiful, delightful, delicious. She broke into a smile and danced that way, ignoring the eyes on her.
She stopped at the small bakery, tiny, nondescript, tucked away. Not a door or even a sales floor, just a open window where the owner could serve those who walked by. Sonya picked out a few items and tucked them away into a small box. She'd be drowning in sugar tonight!
Her phone rang, she answered it.
"Hello?"
A pause.
"Oh my! The police? And what is this in regards to?"
Another pause.
"Oh dear... I'm afraid you must have the wrong number. Was there a name that he had in mind? Maybe I might be able to help? I'm a bit of a consultant, actually..."
Another pause.
"Ishtar? That's an interesting name, but I'm afraid my name is Sonya. Yes. No. Thank you dearie~ Of course~ I'll let you know if I hear anything~"
She snapped her phone shut. Her eyes glowing with a faint light. Her lips relaxed in that easy smile that she cast at the owner of the bakery. The woman looked concerned for a moment but she just walked over and tapped her lip, pointing at a particularly large custard.
"I'll have that one too, come to think of it."
Sonya turned away and instead of walking back to the safer main street, she began to make her way towards the darker back alleys of the bazaar. Her smile faltered a little, her jaw set into a line, her nostrils flared only once before that easy smile returned. She reached into the box and drew out a small cake, popping it into her mouth.
She gasped.
"Oh my god so gooooood!" She practically shouted, rounding the bend and finding a fresh skip in her step. What a time to be alive when she could just stop at a street corner and be blessed with such delights! She hummed cheerily to herself, swaying her head left and right, sending her sparkling white hair to sway this way and that in her exhuberance.
Was it a pocket watch? She couldn't rightly tell. Not that it mattered, not her problem. Sonya strode down the street, hands behind her back, fingers interlaced and eyes on the sky. She spun in place, admiring the clouds from all the way down here. Oh what it would be to be up there again, to see the world from on high. She missed life in the clouds-on occasion-it was a surreal feeling. Even so, there was something special about this place. She sniffed the air, a scent, beautiful, delightful, delicious. She broke into a smile and danced that way, ignoring the eyes on her.
She stopped at the small bakery, tiny, nondescript, tucked away. Not a door or even a sales floor, just a open window where the owner could serve those who walked by. Sonya picked out a few items and tucked them away into a small box. She'd be drowning in sugar tonight!
Her phone rang, she answered it.
"Hello?"
A pause.
"Oh my! The police? And what is this in regards to?"
Another pause.
"Oh dear... I'm afraid you must have the wrong number. Was there a name that he had in mind? Maybe I might be able to help? I'm a bit of a consultant, actually..."
Another pause.
"Ishtar? That's an interesting name, but I'm afraid my name is Sonya. Yes. No. Thank you dearie~ Of course~ I'll let you know if I hear anything~"
She snapped her phone shut. Her eyes glowing with a faint light. Her lips relaxed in that easy smile that she cast at the owner of the bakery. The woman looked concerned for a moment but she just walked over and tapped her lip, pointing at a particularly large custard.
"I'll have that one too, come to think of it."
Sonya turned away and instead of walking back to the safer main street, she began to make her way towards the darker back alleys of the bazaar. Her smile faltered a little, her jaw set into a line, her nostrils flared only once before that easy smile returned. She reached into the box and drew out a small cake, popping it into her mouth.
She gasped.
"Oh my god so gooooood!" She practically shouted, rounding the bend and finding a fresh skip in her step. What a time to be alive when she could just stop at a street corner and be blessed with such delights! She hummed cheerily to herself, swaying her head left and right, sending her sparkling white hair to sway this way and that in her exhuberance.