#sandra.posts

Sandra thinks this park is quite nice, it has a little playground and everything.

She'd brought Arthur down in the morning after breakfast so they could explore the town, a nice chill to the air that has her cheeks and nose pinking. After finally persuading Arthur to keep his warm puffer jacket on, much to his grumbling, she lets him run off towards the swing set as she sits on a nearby bench to watch, cupping a steaming thermos of coffee in her hands both to drink and to keep her fingers from going numb.

Letting out a quiet sigh, she takes a sip before Sandra becomes aware of someone coming up to the bench.

"Hello? Julian?"

"Hey Christina, I know this is last second, and, well, It's a hail mary if anything. Are you willing to do one last small mission?"

"Julian, I- I don't do that anymore. You know this."

"I know. And i wouldn't ask if it wasn't important, you know this."

Christina sighed. She was well aware of this. Plus with Agent Julian's son being so much younger than her Christopher...

"It wouldn't put me in danger?"

"There's a very, very slim likelihood of danger."

"Fine. What'd you need from me?"

As Agent Johnson informed her of the mission, she sighed, Wrote down the pertinent information and found her way into a flower shop. It was hard to believe anything nefarious happened to anyone in such a place. But she knew that anything could happen. She quietly opened the door to the shop, and made her way inside.

@mrs-christopherson

It was a surprisingly nice day for how cold the weather had felt lately. Having worked as a florist before the move, Sandra managed to find a job at the local florist and accompanying garden centre in town where she's currently arranging a few themed arrangements for a birthday behind the counter. Her attention is drawn from the poppies, marigolds, and purple lilacs at the sound of the bell at the door jingling, looking up as a woman enters.

Talk, dark hedgerows with leaves shining like emeralds and razor sharp to the slightest touch. Puffing clouds of mist like frost breath trailing behind Sandra as she hurries down the twisting paths, chest heaving and eyes wide with a fear seen only in prey animals. Ahead, always ahead by a few metres and vanishing behind corners, she can make out the glimpse of Henry's form that doesn't slow and doesn't speak no matter how much Sandra begs and pleads for him to face her.

At this point there's a dreadful, numbing realisation that this form is very likely just another illusion of the maze, but her heart is so heavy and so laden with grief Sandra can't bear to think about it. "HENRY!" She cries, a desperate strain in her tone evidence that she's been yelling on and off for a while, legs feeling like jelly as she begins to stumble and skid on the small layer of snow starting to fall. "ARTHUR?! PLEASE, CALL OUT MY DARLINGS! P-Please come back..."

She wakes up sobbing quietly into her pillow, throat screaming for water and chest aching that's felt all too empty for a *long* time. Sandra's blonde, feathered bob is plastered to her neck and brow from a faint sheen of sweat, even as she shivers as the cool of the night starts to seep in past her nightgown when she sits up in bed to rub her face with her hands.

"F-Fuck..." Her breathy whisper sounds shaky and defeated in the dark, feeling so utterly alone in the vast expanse of the bed she used to share with her husband. One of Sandra's hands fist in the covers of her duvet, shaking and tense.

I had another nightmare again. Of mazes.

...God. I need to check on Arthur to make sure he's still in bed.

Those mothers were so fucking rude too, the way they'd look down at me when he came running out after the bell with his jacket I'd stitched up myself...ugh.

To reintroduce myself, I'm Sandra. I'm 31, bisexual, and I quite enjoy gardening, painting, puzzles, and riding my bicycle around with my son, especially around the local parks. Arthur and I have had a very trialing past year, so my apologies if I'm not as open at first if we come to talk, especially about Arthur.

However, I encourage you to come say hi! I know it'll be good for us (probably more so for me), so feel free to send asks on this blog or if you see us around 💜