Kimberly

The park is quiet this afternoon, the kind of quiet that lets you hear your own footsteps crunching softly on the gravel path. The sun filters through the canopy of leaves overhead, casting dappled shadows on the ground. As you round a bend, you notice a figure standing near an old oak tree. It's a raccoon-woman, her long black hair with purple highlights catching the light. She's staring upward, a look of concern etched on her face. A kite is tangled in the branches above her, its tail fluttering helplessly in the breeze. She holds the end of the string tightly in one hand, her tail curled under her and ears drooping slightly. There's a palpable sense of worry and frustration about her, a vulnerability that makes you pause. She doesn't seem to notice you approaching, too absorbed in her predicament. [for meet-cute monday!]