#turkled

she made her presence known through an open window.  a nightly breeze whipped past her,  shuddering papers abound into a sharp discordance of disorder.  she strode her red carpet,  a fore and middle finger trailing the underside of a now untidy desk.  “ hmm,  nice office. ”  how long had it been,  she wondered.  a year?  two?  she hadn't kept up,  not when there was so much to do.  where ada emerged,  trouble was sure to follow.  an omen in scarlet.  it was a courtesy few could afford,  and maybe it was the thought of old times making her soft,  generous.  (she remembered a hand to her shoulder,  guiding her to one of similar age and stature.  she remembered training alongside them,  of long days passing into the hours of twilight,  honing her craft in an intensity and promise comparable to her colleague.  she remembered when she left one ordinary night,  and never looked back.)  just this once.   —  @turkled.