Re: Edge of the woods
Getting clean in a hospital was always the easiest route, but a bottle of whiskey worked second best, and after a good five days, Cerise was able to pull herself out of the cramping, cleaving aches of opiate withdrawal. By then, any marks left by Max were shadows cast against a Magdalene cross.
She knew that the hotel was best because her other side boasted a fucking scientist, and if the bitch couldn't cure things she could at least give a day's break from the pain.
So through they went and through they did not go...
Out of her periphery, Cerise saw Ivy. Perfection in nude splendor, barely green and not even bothered by the cold. The woman vanished from Cerise's interests as a gust of wind had her tightening burgundy thermal arms around herself. This shirt made her miss somebody, and it made her miss some things. They made her close her eyes and smile on the walk through the winter town. The Christmas music evaded her.. she'd never celebrated Christmas. Even Jack hadn't wanted to.
She must have walked for a half mile before reaching the fringe of trees, then with a huff and a shiver, she turned back the other way. Knocking shoulders against some idiot just hunched in on himself. She didn't apologize, just some bastardized version of "Ey!" came loose.