07-11-2014, 06:54 PM
Even though it was no longer safe to run in the winter months, Zoya couldn't stay indoors any longer. It had been four days since she'd last talked to Ivan after her experience at the factory. All of which, up until that morning, had been spent nursing a familiar headache and chills that transcended a simple hangover. By the end, the woman had felt trapped. She needed the sight and sounds of the river, and the feel of the cold air on her face.
As a compromise, she spent her time walking. She was dressed in warm running gear, complete with hat and gloves, and had covered quite a few kilometers and showed no signs of stopping. For some reason she couldn't explain, Zoya was restless, and the more time she spent outdoors, the better she felt.
There was a good spot for her to pause and just take in the scenery before all the light was cometly gone, and wanting to make good use of it, Zoya slowed her pace down. From somewhere, she could hear the voices of children shouting playfully at eachother despite the late hour. More likely than not, they too wished to make good use of every second of precocious light the days offered.
Not too far from her, a woman stood by the river's edge. Like her, Zoya stood to look across at the partially frozen waters. Beneath those patches of ice, however, the current was as strong and indomitable as ever. All in all, the river was beautiful to her; perhaps it became cold and distant to some, but to her it was always beautiful.
She considered calling out a greeting, but the woman turned to walk away. Not wanting to bother her, Zoya turned her attentionattention back to the still waters. Thursday, she would be seeing Supercop once more, and she was glad for this small chance to recharge before then.
Edited by Zoya Bocharov, Jul 12 2014, 01:36 AM.
As a compromise, she spent her time walking. She was dressed in warm running gear, complete with hat and gloves, and had covered quite a few kilometers and showed no signs of stopping. For some reason she couldn't explain, Zoya was restless, and the more time she spent outdoors, the better she felt.
There was a good spot for her to pause and just take in the scenery before all the light was cometly gone, and wanting to make good use of it, Zoya slowed her pace down. From somewhere, she could hear the voices of children shouting playfully at eachother despite the late hour. More likely than not, they too wished to make good use of every second of precocious light the days offered.
Not too far from her, a woman stood by the river's edge. Like her, Zoya stood to look across at the partially frozen waters. Beneath those patches of ice, however, the current was as strong and indomitable as ever. All in all, the river was beautiful to her; perhaps it became cold and distant to some, but to her it was always beautiful.
She considered calling out a greeting, but the woman turned to walk away. Not wanting to bother her, Zoya turned her attentionattention back to the still waters. Thursday, she would be seeing Supercop once more, and she was glad for this small chance to recharge before then.
Edited by Zoya Bocharov, Jul 12 2014, 01:36 AM.