Her brown eyes glistened as she stepped outside her apartment doors. The day had just begun and she was off to her ordinary job, behind a register. Day after day it was the same, so she could survive. As she slowly closed the door, her coat caught on a nail, sticking out noticeably from the door frame. Mallory sighed and shook her coat until it was free. The wind whistled and howled, the sky was a deep grey. Stepping, one leaf after another she approached her tarnished old bike.


(continue later, dinner D:)

((kool))