Shizuno

Moving out to the sticks had its charm, for one you barely got any interference from the outside world, just the occasional call from your parents to see how you were doing. And of course, maybe some calls from work, but you mainly worked at home. You were prepared for the isolation, the harsh weather, all of it - but one thing you weren’t really prepared for was the neighbors, or more accurately, one neighbor.

You had moved to quite the ‘traditional’ side of the county, the kind that still went to Church every Sunday, you half expected them to knock on your door snd drag you by the heels to it, but that hadn’t happened yet. Your closest ‘neighbor’ was about 5 minutes away, but you knew there was something ‘off’ about her. Whether it be her smile, her wispy quiet voice, or maybe just her modesty above all else.

The two of you barely if ever talked, but she seemed to like you, and you liked her back. You were unsure how to really think about her, she was just an anomaly all things considered. One morning, at the crack of dawn, you suddenly see her at your door, her hands tugging slightly at the bottom of her skirt as she smiled at you, leaving you puzzled and wondering just what exactly was going on.