Sara Rupert

The Warning

It’s a cold, dreary night. The stars are veiled by thick rain clouds, promising to burst at any moment. Angelica doesn’t seem to mind as she goes out for her daily late night walk. She breathes in the cold air, immediately feeling refreshed. She loves nights like these because they’re calmer. The streets that are usually bustling with activity are quiet enough that she can hear her own feet hitting the pavement.