In the eventide, whilst the rain fell not with great force, a wind did stir, scattering the chill rain of late autumn hither and yon. A gathering of young craftsmen, tasked with mending the electrical circuits, did don themselves in garb of mouse grey, vanishing into the dim, fractured luminescence. From the grasses not far off, a muffled unrest was heard. Yonder box-like edifice, beneath the chambers of the lift and stair, had its bulbs alight, piercing through the bewildering fog. The sight was not clear, but a shadow, over a meter in length upon the low brush, slightly longer than half a limb, could be discerned. Dark crimson and strangeness were strewn about, with the concrete ground radiating sticky circles, save for the red and white school attire, torn and misshapen by the high winds, which lay discordantly.
A large shadow upon the grass seemed a great distance from the buildings. Yet the open casement was not so high, perchance fourteen or fifteen floors aloft. It must have been a leap made with all the might one could muster.
Though unlit, it was not enveloped in complete darkness. The haphazard arrangement seemed not in keeping with the character of the room’s occupant. The bed, in disarray with quilts and pillows, appeared as if it had not been tended to in many a day. The window stood wide open, and an dilapidated chair was forsaken there. The cold wind did rush in, rousing the cat from its dreams of dried fish. A sharp noise, claws scraping at the firmly locked door of the room.
A tall, slender cleaner, taken aback, cast aside her toolkit and made haste towards the guard’s chamber at the entrance of the dwelling place. Then, stopping short, she turned, trembling, and bellowed. “Make haste! Call forth the ambulance. Quickly!” Wiping the cold sweat from her brow, she dashed forth, her legs nearly failing her.
Thus, the night turned from clamor to tranquility, and back to clamor once more.
Upon the desk, the room’s owner left naught behind. But verily, I knew she had left no enigmas for me. Like a green leaf, she had fallen, unburdened by cares or woes, aglow with the unspoiled light of the sun. I understood it was not frailty, but thine own excessive innocence and purity, so easily rent asunder by the harshness of reality. I prayed that her slumber would be everlasting, free from the sorrows of this mortal coil.
In the deepening twilight of late autumn, the breeze was gentle and soothing. I sank into the embrace of sea winds, catching but a glimpse of a kite, its string severed, as it passed swiftly before my eyes.