crossovergenius
Maybe she was a hopeless romantic. She couldn't help staring out the window on blustery, early spring days. She couldn't help sighing her life slowly away, living in dreams.
The kids twirled and ran around the playground. Adults would sit under trees and on benches, to watch the kids as they played. Minor squabbles would break out occasionally and the involved adults would race over to break it apart and relative peace would return.
Even without enough evidence to support the claim, you are certain you're right. What brought you to the conclusion at all was still a mystery, but that didn't matter. You could figure the rest out later. What matter now was finding the man.
She pressed her hands to her forehead. Leaning against the cinder block wall, she looked up and down the street. She was waiting for someone, thought not sure who it was. Hopefully, though, they would make themselves known and would be able to help her properly.
The small puppy looked over its shoulder. No one was in the room. It sprung lightly up onto the soft, green couch and burrowed under a few of the pillows. Curling into a tight ball, it continued its afternoon nap.