The Park, Sunday Morning

[crimson_sister]

The island offered a lot more pleasant places for walks than the countryside around Allerdale Hall did. For example, there was a lot less blood-red mud that stained her skirts, and even though Lucille wasn't particularly fond of either flamingos or ducks, she stopped by the pond to watch them.

"Silly creatures."

They were silly, but they were also very much alive. Most of the birds she found at home were dead and decomposing in some room she rarely entered. She was rather tired of death, at least for the moment, which was probably a good thing for everyone.

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