A/N: Before we begin, I must warn you: I haven’t written anything but essay’s in several years. With that out of the way, I must warn you again: My essays were terrible. Ok, on to the good content. This is written for Sunset Miko’s Once a Week Challenge 2014. I figured this would be a great way to reintroduce myself to writing. So far so good. Anyways, I hope you like it. And if you don’t, then don’t read it . I can’t wait to hear any tips or ideas from you guys. Just let me know.
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Each day started and ended the same, one day blurring into a mass of continual monotony. A never-ending cycle, doomed to repeat itself constantly. Her mind dulled over time from the onslaught of unchanging days, Kagome found herself stepping outside of her normal routine to take a walk through a local park.
It was the beginning of April, the spring weather stretching far across Japan. Passing under a Sakura tree, Kagome admired the blossoms dancing beautifully in the easy breeze. Breathing deeply, she takes in their light fragrance and allows herself to finally relax from the near back-breaking stress currently controlling her life.
Being surrounded by nature, even when enclosed by tall sky scrapers, relaxed her more than anything ever had before in her entire life. Spotting a bench in a slightly secluded area of the park, Kagome sat in the shade of another Sakura tree and allowed her eyes to drift shut momentarily, enjoying the relaxing surroundings. This could be the start of a new beginning.
She wasn’t sure how long she stayed like that, letting the Sakura’s fragrance carry her away, but she woke with a start when she felt a tug on her blouse, followed quickly by a shy voice.
“Excuse me, Miss Lady,” said the voice, “Can you help me find my otÅsan? I think I lost him.”
Blinking to clear her eyes, Kagome glanced down into the slightly panicked face of a young girl. Wide brown eyes framed by dark black hair greeted her perusing stare. Kagome smiled at the young girl.
Prompt: Beginnings
Posted: June 23, 2014
Word Count: 257