Tuesday #2

The winter breeze blew through her short blond hair as she stepped out of the cabin careful not to bump her head on the low doorframe. She pulled her jacket close to keep warm. She stood, ears alert and stared into the woods. The soft rustle of leaves came from that direction. She froze, her breath inaudible.
“Christina?” His booming voice sounded through the trees that surrounded the four acres.
She let out a long held breath and relaxed. It was only Wilson.
“Yeah, it’s just me.” Christina said.
She stifled a yawn and decided sleep was going to cure her exhaustion. Back in the cabin, a pile of criminal cases sat on the table untouched. She ignored them and climbed into bed. She would deal with them some other time. Right now, she wanted to sleep.
The sound of someone opening the cabin door interrupted her dream. Having the same thing happen so many times before, she knew what was coming. In any second, Wilson would burst in and try to get her out of bed.
She covered her face with a pillow and hid under covers. The footsteps came closer to as she counted. “Three, two, one.” The footsteps stopped and she peeked from under the covers.
Wilson’s chestnut brown hair looked as if he was the one who had been sleeping. His black eyebrows accentuated his big green eyes. His lips formed a straight unhappy line.
“Christina, come on.” He was always trying to get her to do her work. Each time Christina had a stack of papers waiting for her, she tended to let them keep sitting. The thought of those files frightened her to the point of hiding from them.
“Get with it,” he said. “You’re letting work pile up again.”
She closed her eyes, deep in thought, let out a heavy sigh and swung her feet so they were touching the ground.
The dreadful task of reading those cases remained inevitable.

Case after case, Christina focused on reducing the stack.
She was nearly there, it was declining as the stack of finished papers were increasing.
She worked for hours before she concurred it was time for a break. She grabbed a jacket and walked out the door.
Christina did not usually pay much attention to her surroundings. This time, though, she took the time to see where she was. It seemed like more fun than working on the remainder of the cases.
The treetops swayed to the light wind. The sun was setting in a swirl of oranges and yellows. She stayed watching, amazed as the sun disappeared behind the trees.