simple

hera recieves a special present from an secret admirer. a simple story about love, being watched and crazy parents.

<<<"Consciousness is survival,
In the wake of what remains.
Now, yours truly,
D. "

She rolled her eyes. D as in Diona Nostrova, her mother. It was a habit of her mothers' to send her all sorts of poems and sometimes, even short stories. It was never anything of substance. Poor souls, those owls. Having to carry so much bullshit, Hera thought.

The bag was nice, though. And perhaps the note was more elevated than usual. She always tried to afford her mother more hope than she deserved.

Hera finished getting ready and moved her necessities to her new bag. It looked amazing.

Okay,she thought,and went about her day as normal. >>>