(Author’s Note: None. Fictioneers Ahoy!)
by Miles H. Rost
It’s what Holly Blankenship always wanted.
She understood there was a price to be paid for having that serenity, and she was willing to pay it. For a while. The old ruins of the science building on campus gave it to her, and no one around to say anything.
But she didn’t want to be alone. She wanted serenity, without the loneliness.
“Excuse me. Is this ruin taken?” she heard from behind.
She whipped her head around at the male voice behind her. His eyes widened and he started to run away.
She sighed, turning around again.