Tales of shapes romance #8

You survived it before, ‘she reminded herself. ‘And you can do it again.’ But she couldn’t hold down a full-time job and take the heavy load of classes that she needed in order to complete her degree in one more year. She would have to go back to the old schedule of a class or two a term, the way she had started out. Her sensitive soul rebelled. At that rate, it could take years, and she was already twenty-six.

She realized suddenly that she’d come out without her jacket. They were getting crisp, and the breeze that had been so pleasant when she first stepped outside now seemed to hint of winter lurking just out of sight.

She had walked a long way. Several miles, she realized in astonishment as she paused to look around the soles of her feet burned as if in confirmation. And she was cold because she had just crossed the river that split the city of Green Bay into halves. The breeze was stronger and colder here, a northerly wind that was coming in from the bay.