An Exit
Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 1:44 am
Days later, Cassandra's room looked much like always, stuffed polar bear sitting atop the dresser, bookshelf stuffed with mystery novels and origami instruction books, energy drinks ready in the fridge. An oversized poster of the Question still facelessly stared down the door.
News clippings, photos, and notes covered the cork boards above her desk, bits of string drawing connections between them. The Order of Heracles spanned most of one. The Psionic Evolved waited in a corner of the other, minus one apparently unimportant blurb tacked alone in the center of the board.
Parts of an unfinished surveillance system lay scattered across the desk among assignments ignored in favor of the Cork case and abandoned paper cranes. Soon someone would come to sort through the debris of her time at Westbrook. For now, it lingered, outlining her absence.
News clippings, photos, and notes covered the cork boards above her desk, bits of string drawing connections between them. The Order of Heracles spanned most of one. The Psionic Evolved waited in a corner of the other, minus one apparently unimportant blurb tacked alone in the center of the board.
Parts of an unfinished surveillance system lay scattered across the desk among assignments ignored in favor of the Cork case and abandoned paper cranes. Soon someone would come to sort through the debris of her time at Westbrook. For now, it lingered, outlining her absence.