Mixed Light Evening

Seraphine sat on a park bench. The moonlight and orange street lamp mixed — glinted on her glasses. Almost sad… But restrained.

She took a breath in. Then checked her phone.

There were loving couples strolling through the park. Holding hands. Whispering sweet nothings.

The buildings around them. Lights on. Within home lives in apartments. Normal people with ordinary stories.

“Are you okay? You look sad,” a woman said.

“I— I’m okay,” Seraphine said.

She looked up. The silhouette coming into frame. A woman with long red hair and sharp eyes. Blood-red lips.

“You don’t sound okay… You sound like you are about to burst from within…” she smiled. Her accent was Russian.

Mila. In Paris. Came to get her favourite puppy from the kennel…