03-31-2012, 10:38 PM
The air was cold and Alma still had her thick winter coat. Despite the cold air, the sky was clear for once, and the sun gave off a pleasant warmth when she stood still long enough to bask in its rays. She could see signs of life spring up here in there - grass was beginning to turn from brown to green, while buds appeared on a few trees. Her position, sitting on a hillside, facing Folly Lake, gave her clear a view of all of this. Yet the coyote's expression was sullen, as if she didn't notice her surroundings at all.
Alma yawned, and sprawled out on the dry, brown grass. One arm was held in a sling, and that accounted for one reason why she was so unhappy. It was an inconvenient reminder of an event she would much rather forget - or at least, not be forced to recount over and over in her mind. In addition, her injury was reason that she couldn't do anything, and she was desperately bored.
The coyote picked up a rock with her free arm. She squinted, inspecting it and wondering if she might be able to carve it into an arrowhead when she regained use of her arm. Abruptly, she decided against the idea and threw it into the lake. There was an audible splash. A flock of robins rose from the grass, probably startled by the noise or sudden movement.
Alma yawned, and sprawled out on the dry, brown grass. One arm was held in a sling, and that accounted for one reason why she was so unhappy. It was an inconvenient reminder of an event she would much rather forget - or at least, not be forced to recount over and over in her mind. In addition, her injury was reason that she couldn't do anything, and she was desperately bored.
The coyote picked up a rock with her free arm. She squinted, inspecting it and wondering if she might be able to carve it into an arrowhead when she regained use of her arm. Abruptly, she decided against the idea and threw it into the lake. There was an audible splash. A flock of robins rose from the grass, probably startled by the noise or sudden movement.