you left something undone;
“Oh… shoot.” As a general rule, she tried not to curse or use any other foul language when in the vicinity of the school building, but some things just made her strain against her own ‘rules’. Dark hair spilling around her neck and shoulders, the teacher sighed, looking down at the mass of white around her feet, which were protected by a practical pair of snow boots. When inside, she always changed into a different pair of boots, ones with a sensible heel and always dark in colour, but when out and about, she always worse these insulated ones. It was a well known fact, or at least she thought so, that heat was mostly lost from the body through the feet, hands and head. She was wearing her gloves, which was likely the reason she had had the accident in the first place — she just didn’t have the admirable dexterity some people seemed to have developed since the nuclear winter had set in — but her hat was tucked under her arm. Warm breath clouded in front of her face while she breathed, nudging some snow with the toe of her boot to try and see if something would peek up at her from the thick blanket.

Nothing. Damn.

Kelly Davenport shoved her hat into her bag, setting the satchel on the hood of her car, a modest-sized ‘truck’, if that was even the right word, and proceeded to bend down without the hindrance of personal possessions weighing her down, in order to brush through the topmost layers of snow. “Come on, come on,” she muttered, sighing with a hint of frustration, shaking her head. This was why she needed a good chain for her keys; this wasn’t the first time she had dropped them, and she couldn’t exactly just whip out a spare set. Mainly because she didn’t own a spare set. All she wanted to do was fetch something from the backseat of her car, maybe make a quick trip to one of the simpler eating establishments, those who could still make food for distribution during the supply shortage, for a quick bite, before she came back and continued with the busywork that some of the other faculty members tended to leave to the last minute. Kelly liked to be organised, to have her simple lesson plans in place for the next day before the students started to stumble out of the bed the following morning. At least one of her co-workers operated that way, she knew that for a fact.

All she wanted to do was finish the plans and go to her apartment to watch some predictable reruns on the slightly battered television set that usually kept her company in the evenings. At this rate, she would be spending the night in the parking lot.


( SERAPHINE )