Alice Whitlock Cullen (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
betagainstme) wrote2015-10-19 07:16 pm
betagainstme) wrote2015-10-19 07:16 pm
1949, late August
They were headed towards Canada. Or they were supposed to be. Instead, they were sitting on the edge of a lake in the middle of rural Indiana.
Mosquitoes and cicadas hummed in the evening air as a soft breeze ruffled their hair, as they sat, side by side, shoulder to shoulder, on the bank.
Alice wiggled her toes in the water, humming softly, just enjoying this. This moment with Jasper.
Mosquitoes and cicadas hummed in the evening air as a soft breeze ruffled their hair, as they sat, side by side, shoulder to shoulder, on the bank.
Alice wiggled her toes in the water, humming softly, just enjoying this. This moment with Jasper.