I had my avatar wave at Shauna’s and started walking beside her. “You look like you’re having a bad day.”
Lightning struck in her jar. Yeah, she was having an awful day. “How could you tell?”
“You know I ignore the avatars. I’d much rather look at you than it anyway.” More lightning in her jar, and lots of rain, a veritable flood. “Wanna tell me what happened?”
“That bitch, Johanna, got the part!” Lightning exploded in her jar.
In an effort to calm her down, I had my avatar hold hands with hers. That’s when the lightning changed to a downpour, and frost formed on her jar. I couldn’t let her cry in isolation. She needed a friend, so I had my avatar open our jars, and I floated from my jar to hers where I wrapped myself around her until her tears no long flowed.
Living in that outdoor oubliette for twelve months was not always fun. It had good moments, like when the sun shined through the grate above my head. I got the hear the wind, the rustling of the tree leaves, the howling of dogs, the meowing of cats, even the songs of several shrikes. When the three vocalized in unison it did get rather discordant, although quite humorous to listen to.
It was not all fun, however. I’d been ankle-deep in water at one point. And in that cave, water took forever to evaporate. Nor shall I forget the day I was looking up at the sun when a big dollop of bird pooh fell from the sky. It was days before it rained enough I could wash my face.
I will never forget that winter, living in my outdoor oubliette and the experience of frost upon its stone.