Silhouettes
Spring (Prompt 6-10)
Prompt: Futile
Toby's POV
"Oh, hello!" was the first thing the woman told him. "Thank you very much for fishing me out!"
He blinked slowly.
"By the way, I'm the new farmer, Molly." She smiled calmly as though she hadn't just dived into the river during early spring. "I'm trying to introduce myself to everyone."
Toby wasn't certain he really wanted to associate with such a gauche person. She looked like a nice woman, of course, however it also seemed that she brought trouble wherever she went.
He'd learn too late that any resistance was futile. No matter what, her clumsy nature was contagious.
Prompt: fight
Molly's POV
When she peered in the Brass Bar that night, there was a verbal fight. Or perhaps saying a fight would be an overstatement. Rather, one boy (man?) wearing an apron was bullying a short girl with a pout on her face.
"Use your head, Maya! It's there for a reason, idiot!"
"B-but Chase..."
"Don't 'But Chase' me. As any other human being with an ounce of common sense, you should know that you can't add ice cream in a sauté!"
"But it‒"
Wordless, Molly blinked, slowly stepped back, and carefully shut the door before either of them could notice her.
Prompt: precious
As soon as Bo visited her to inform her that the bridge was repaired, Molly went for a quick exploration of the district, curiosity peaked.
No one was at the Accessory Store, but the General Store welcomed her in readily; the Carpenter's was missing an occupant, which a confused farmer was entrusted with finding.
There was a blond child playing with a tall, muscled man she guessed was her brother. Their laughter filled the air, and Molly found herself smiling bitterly at the scene.
She missed her own little sister, Angela, her older brother Kevin, and all her old friends.
Prompt: Erratic
The two 'someone's are rather undescribed, but I had in mind Annissa and Owen (in this order).
Molly's POV
The next morning, she bumped into someone. Fortunately, none of them fell, and they were too far from any body of water to worry about a repeat of her first day.
"Oh, I'm sorry. That was my fault!" Again, her mind supplied unhelpfully.
"It's alright," was the curt reply.
"Have a good day!"
The other responded in kind and went on; walking with the kind of grace Molly could only wish for.
At least I could be more careful when chatting with Finn... I don't really‒
She crashed onto someone else, sending her tumbling to the ground.
Damn it all.
Prompt: Twisted
Wearily, Molly took a step inside Fugue Forest. Obviously, she was only standing in the entrance, since someone oh-so-conveniently forgot the key's whereabouts; however that didn't keep shivers of fear from crawling up her spine.
The muted sounds of Horn Ranch's activities comforted her slightly, but the odd sounds she detected once in a while kept her on her toes.
Even the large wooden gate, meant to protect, hinted at dangers she didn't want to bump into.
"Why are we here, Molly?" Finn asked.
"Just wanted to make sure of something," she whispered before turning her back on Fugue Forest.