Thread: His Greatest Treasure (Crusade & darkangel76)

The air felt nice against Emma's face as she walked up the sidewalk, brown leather boots clicking against pavement as she headed towards her place of recent escape. She didn't know why she hadn't decided to take walks in the park sooner. Perhaps it was because she'd never really thought about taking them in the evening. During the day, it was always riddled with overbearing parents watching over their children as they ran through the adjacent field or the die-hard walkers who huffed and puffed the paths and gave you an angry look if you dared to get in their way. But when the sky grew soft with streaks of purple and orange, the moon peeking its hello while the stars just began to wink down upon everyone...that was when the park was perfect. Quiet...calm...peaceful. Emma brushed a hand through soft blonde curls and pushed them over her shoulder so that she could tug at the collar of her dark green jacket as the wind blew a bit harder. Yes, she was getting closer to the pond. She could smell the water and the trees. It wouldn't be long. Taking her iphone out of her pocket, she dared to check the time705pm. And already the sky was darkening. How she loved the Fall. Inhaling deeply, Emma drunk in the rich aroma of the turning leaves in all their reds and yellows. It was her favorite time of year. It made her smile. It made her giddy. And most of all, this was the time she found herself the most inspiredsomething that had been lacking as of late. Emma had hit a rut lately and, being a writer, that was never any good or fun. She'd been venting her frustrations on her blog, letting anyone who dared to follow a new and hopefully upcoming author know just how hard it could be to write something wonderful for their readers. She only had a handful of dedicated followers. But how she cherished each and every one. And she wouldn't let them down. They would know every step of her journeythe good, the bad...the frustrating. But now that it was Fall and she knew things would take a turn. It always did. Smiling, Emma's blue eyes caught sight of the tree line of the nearby park. She was glad it was so close to her apartment. Cutting across the street, she headed towards it, knowing it would be full of life and everything her heart desired. Looking up into the sky, she could see that it was still bright enough the sun had not yet set. She could take a turn about the pond, perhaps walk up the shortest trail and make it home by full nightfall. And that was all she needed. Content and taking everything in, Emma just walked, following the pond as she made her way about the path. Her jean-clad legs somehow knew the way having walked this path now several times. As she quietly made her way, the sky growing ever darker, she noticed a shadow not far off. There were whispers, giggles. Biting down on her lower lip, she felt her cheeks grow warm and her heart begin to race. A couple was lingering by the pond, no doubt having fun and thinking they were alone. Slowly, quietly, Emma backed away from the scene, but oh how her mind raced. She imagined what lurid things could happen to a couple lost in the woods. Just then she gasped and the whispers ahead stopped. Panicking, she turned on her heels and ran in the opposite direction. Oh oh... Emma laughed as she headed toward the tree line. Her one hand gripped the edge of her jacket as she ran, while the other raked through her long, blonde hair. Oh, she couldn't stop smiling. Already thoughts were started to swim in her mind. Yes, the ideas were starting to come to her. Her dedicated followers would soon have a story and she'd be the one to tell it to them.