Story 2 : Myn's Winter
Myn's Winter There is a particular trait in tonight's air. It is not daunting as of yet but it possesses a harmless, ominous quality to it. The moon glows warmer tonight with a more golden sheen to her visage than other nights. The mid June air outside is sharp with its frosty bite but inside the rooms are erroneously warm. Mellow tunes ring out throughout the small flat, mingling with the lush , orange glow from the heater ,that softly falls over the entire room. All these senses tingled - sight, warmth, sound- have danced to create the very moment that Myna exists in. Yet, blessed with all this surrounding abundance, she can't help but meditate on what she has lost. She has regressed into that old, sentimental persona of herself, lacking impartial judgment and purpose. Her nights seem to have fallen into a sad, sorrowful routine which involves a generous douse of burgundy liqueur and a drowsy drag of work at her desk. The days seem to blend together anyway so she float...