Post by NORA SPARROW on Oct 14, 2011 15:20:41 GMT -8
If Nora was to pick her favourite season, it would have to be autumn. There was something about the leaves falling from the trees that made her feel like she was in a fairy tale. With that in mind, she decided to eat her lunch outside. Stepping out of the auditorium with her head hung in her usual mousey carriage, her cascades of auburn hair masking her face, her book bag clutched tightly at her side, Nora moved across the campus grounds to the quad.
On such a brisk day as this, with its overcast sky and crisp, flowing wind, the small quad was all but empty, a fact which eased the clenched feeling in Nora’s stomach that formed every time she was in public. Folding herself neatly onto a bench, she pushed her hair back from her porcelain face, tucking the strands carefully behind her ears.
Pulling a book and her lunch from her bag, Nora nibbled daintily at a peanut butter and banana sandwich and dove into the world of nineteenth century London, following Pip in his fruitless attempts to gain the love of Estella. But unlike most days, Dickenson’s work couldn’t hold her attention, and by the time she’d finished her meal, her gaze had wandered away from her book.
She watched students, either bustling off to their next class or lounging around with friends. She watched brown and brittle leaves fall from the strong, ancient oak that stood at the center of the quad. She watched a couple of pigeons beck about the ground in search of sustenance. In anticipation of the last sight, Nora had saved the crust of her sandwich. She torn the bread into small pieces and liberally tossed some to the birds, trying her very best not to startle them in the process.
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