FUTURE | PARALLEL UNIVERSE
SAUSALITO, SUMMER 2015
YSABELLE. Belle still remembers that busy rainy summer afternoon. The wind is strongly roaring, blowing aloud. She can hardly see the road from the thickness of the fog. Heavy rain flooded the streets as the king tides pounding the harbor. Quite bizarre because it never rains during summertime. It does, but rarely. That afternoon it was storming.
Belle was on her way home from the Sausalito marina harbor when she bumped into an old lady. The old lady was walking drenched in the rain with no umbrella or even a raincoat. She finds it peculiar because the lady was wearing a red cloak—those that of medieval manteau.
The old lady looked so pale and weak. She had long white hair up to the small of her back. The lady’s spine was slightly cro
