Nothing Complicated

Simple patterns

Her hands drifted over the white. Hitting a few black's.

His hand held it steady, searching for the moment.

Her eyes drifted closed, a small smile smearing over her face.

He waited. Knowing it was coming.

The peak of the movement echoed through the room. She swayed with the speed.

The shutter clicked. Capturing the movement in his storage. Then it fell.

Vicenta left the small room. Stuffing pages into her beige messenger bag. Passing class mates she nodded Hello's and continued out of the class block. A group of boys, or men in that matter were standing around. Discussing some terrible incident with a girl in their class. But as she b-lined for her single dorm, she noticed the clouds. And the way the thunder cracked across campus. Her neck bent back, her shoulders moving to her ears at the sudden gust of wind. It ruffled her black shirt, and her hair flew up. Creating obstruction in front of her silver eyes.

Nathan. In all his grace stumbled through the court. Many students watching him. Oblivious to the moving storm. He held the camera and film tightly. Headed straight for the development room. Being the only student to use the out dated form of presentation. He was sure it would be empty. As he passed the performance block he glanced behind him again looking for the clouds of rain... Hoping that they wouldn't open up until he was safely under cover.

Vicenta walks with her strides short. Trying to move the long straight strands of hair away from her pale face. In her partial vision she can see someone running. Trying to avoid something behind him. With out any knowledge of the predicament possible within the next moment she continues forward.