Arleta walked in an empty park, watching the leaves float all around her. She sighed quietly and looked at her feet. Slowly she made her way over to a park bench and sat down, pulling a sandwich wrapped in paper from her bag. Slowly she peeled back the layers, then when she finally reached her lunch, she tossed the paper back into the back. Arleta took a bit of her sandwich and chewed thoughtfully. She ripped off a piece of bread and threw in out onto the side walk and watched as a flock of piegons flew down and fought over it.



















