She felt entranced though cautious
The weather on Wednesday was beautiful once again. The morning gleamed after a soft, early rainfall that had left its jeweled drops on the petals of Natalie’s yellow irises, on the tips of the lavender spikes, and barely hanging on the leaves of trees. Natalie stepped out onto the terrace just as a breeze lazily brushed her dress, her hair, and the last clouds above. And here we stand, she thought, thinking of more than Felix’s unwritten story, on the precipice of the apocalypse. Which chapter was being written for the world right now?
She looked over at Aimee’s house and thought she’d invite her over for coffee. Natalie passed the lilac bushes, giving their branches a gentle shake. Then she knocked on the sliding door to the kitchen. She waited, in a p
