(orp) Searching
Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2020 8:48 am
Who was she? Rayne asked herself many times that question. She woke up in Cork unable to remember who she was or how she got there. She frantically searched the home she found herself in. It was not well stocked with food or furniture. She scrambled outside to see if she knew the place she stood at. Nothing was familiar.
In the distance the fog rolled in, creeping slowly towards her. She rubbed her eyes to clear the picture in front of her but the fog did not disappear. Her heart pound in her chest so heavily she could hear it thump. Taking a step, then another, then finally she rounded the back of the home. A field lay barren, it's lifeless corn stalks dried and wilted as if bowing to the ground. Her fingers touched the dry stalks finding not much there as she had found in the home.
This was months ago. The only hint of identity she had now was a wood box with the word Rayne carved into it. She had taken that as a name to identify herself to anyone that asked. One might think, that with her red hair and facial scars she would be recognized. Not one in Cork knew who she was. So she set out to discover for herself who she was, where she came from and what had happened to her.
Rayne travelled on foot. She carried little with her but many hours later she was in a town that seemed full of life. As she looked at the market stalls she found some fruit that made her mouth water. She carefully counted out her coin to hand to the man selling his goods. She was so hungry that she turned quickly after thanking the man and began to eat the fruit. Now it was time to search the town to see if anyone knew her.
In the distance the fog rolled in, creeping slowly towards her. She rubbed her eyes to clear the picture in front of her but the fog did not disappear. Her heart pound in her chest so heavily she could hear it thump. Taking a step, then another, then finally she rounded the back of the home. A field lay barren, it's lifeless corn stalks dried and wilted as if bowing to the ground. Her fingers touched the dry stalks finding not much there as she had found in the home.
This was months ago. The only hint of identity she had now was a wood box with the word Rayne carved into it. She had taken that as a name to identify herself to anyone that asked. One might think, that with her red hair and facial scars she would be recognized. Not one in Cork knew who she was. So she set out to discover for herself who she was, where she came from and what had happened to her.
Rayne travelled on foot. She carried little with her but many hours later she was in a town that seemed full of life. As she looked at the market stalls she found some fruit that made her mouth water. She carefully counted out her coin to hand to the man selling his goods. She was so hungry that she turned quickly after thanking the man and began to eat the fruit. Now it was time to search the town to see if anyone knew her.