[Years pass and youth departs but time spent in halls of learning always lingers. The foliage of autumn finds itself crushed beneath Une's boots as she fords a trail. Leaves of yellow and brown and red end up bruised and crumpled to muck, consigned to mud by a stream of passers-by. Une wraps her green plaid pea coat tightly around herself, buttoning up as she speeds the pace of her steps. The chill in the air brings the taste of stale coffee to the back of her tongue, reminding her of late nights spent pondering the mysteries of the universe. Stars speak in numbers, diverging their secrets to the precious few who are willing and able to comprehend their language.
She counts the steps leading up to the research lab. Still eighteen. Like I once was. At six in the evening, she's certain he'll still be cooped up in his lair. Early suppers never suited him. How long has it been since they last saw each other in person? Though they maintained an e-mail correspondence, it's been five years since they last met face to face. Graduation had been bittersweet.
As was her custom way back in the day, she steps into the lab without announcing herself, wiping her boots off on the welcome mat by the door. She hears him before she lays eyes on him, catching the sound of a cane scraping against linoleum flooring. Tucking a tendril of her long brown hair behind her ear, she offers a wry smile.]
☇ hermann
She counts the steps leading up to the research lab. Still eighteen. Like I once was. At six in the evening, she's certain he'll still be cooped up in his lair. Early suppers never suited him. How long has it been since they last saw each other in person? Though they maintained an e-mail correspondence, it's been five years since they last met face to face. Graduation had been bittersweet.
As was her custom way back in the day, she steps into the lab without announcing herself, wiping her boots off on the welcome mat by the door. She hears him before she lays eyes on him, catching the sound of a cane scraping against linoleum flooring. Tucking a tendril of her long brown hair behind her ear, she offers a wry smile.]
It's good to see you again, Professor.