Her Spirts

Her Spirits - Prolouge

As Hannah looked out towards the crystal blue ocean she sighed, exhausted from her busy day. A salty tear rolled down her pale cheek and she hastily wiped the tear off with her hand. She looked towards the trees filled with multicoloured leaves and watched as they were blown in the wind. The autumn wind blew her light coloured auburn hair into her face and she tied her hair into a neat bun. Her lilac coloured dress flowed in the wind and she clutched onto her brown purse, deciding it was time to return to her now empty house.

Hannah walked the front door of her house and realised how small it now seemed. She carefully placed her purse on the hatstand and slowly proceeded through her home and into the kitchen, eager to prepare dinner.