As Maya, Leo and her grandmother spoke, the main door of the apartment block opened and a geometry of yellow light buttered the thin layer of fresh snow.
A figure entered the apartment. A female, slim and pretty, with a purposeful walk. She was here to meet someone called Neil to discuss renting an apartment. There wasn't much to discuss really, providing it was clean: she'd already decided she would take it. The door closed behind Tisha, the snow lost its yellow tint.
Later, a young family would arrive. Later still, a military man. Much later, others.
They'd all stay.
Christopher about 2 years ago
The yellow light buttering the snow is an awesome image.