Duck Pond

Panic brought her grumpy ass into the festival, or a sort of. Loneliness had taken a deep grasp of the female's mind, making her grumpier, distant, focused on things away from her family. All on her eyes had left her behind, her mother, her siblings. That grew on her resentment, a wish to give them the same special treatment, but no, she wouldnt put herself there, she wanted to grow them. But it was as everything in life much easier to just say it than actually doing it. She walked past others, making as if they didnt excist, ghosts, no ones. Her eyes seemed tired from the little sleep, jaws parted with daggers poking in a frown, feeling annoyed. And wanting to discharge it all she would aim to catch a duck.

"The Talking"