[DARROW] May 11th

[unseentides]

I noticed her shock of red hair, first. I'm not sure I'd ever seen anything quite like it. My own was a dull blonde, cropped around my ears since I'd left the Cottages and started to have little time for myself. I remembered when I'd first seen her, how she'd been mourning the loss of someone who'd disappeared from the city without word or warning. I still struggle to come to terms with that. But, then again, the way Ruth and Tommy left was almost as unremarkable. To the rest of the world, at least. To me, well, it still ached.

I'd just left the grocery store with my arms carrying paper bags filled with the essentials. Bread and milk and tea and fruit. Though it was more than I'd spent in my bedsit back in England, I still didn't spend all that much time in my apartment in Darrow. I mostly ate at cafés, from the cafeteria in the hospital, so I didn't need that much. It was entirely inconsequential, what I was doing, but my mood and my mouth lifted at the sight of somebody familiar. "Helen?"

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[jianhuo]

Saffron hasn't been grocery shopping today, but she'd passed by a flower shop on the way home and found herself unable to resist the gorgeous display. She's walking along with her bouquet of wildflowers, mentally going through her small collection of vases at home to figure out which one will work best, when the sound of a familiar voice calling her name grabs her attention.

"Kathy," she says upon turning and seeing her. Smiling warmly, she goes over to join her. "It's good to see you, sugar. How've you been?"