Today was a particularly beautiful day. Skylar loved to come out to Bicentennial Park as a kid, her father having lived in the Walnut Trail apartments for a while before moving out of the area. It was an easy walk over to the trailhead, she knew it as the "Celery Flats". When she was younger, her and her father went out rollerblading and bike riding on the paths. It was fun, a good memory to be had... Even though she often preferred to sit around at home playing video games, she was grateful for that bit of her childhood.

Today she was in the area, so it was time to pay her old stomping grounds a visit... It was a bit busier than she normally would have liked it to be. When she entered the trailhead off of Milham Avenue she was reminded of the time that she and her father saved a small snake that had been trapped in the plastic rings from a six-pack. It was scary, but still a cute memory. Neither got bit in the process, the snake survived~

This was quite literally a 'Memory Lane' for her as she walked along the path, looking up to the clear sky while taking casual puffs of her cigarette. Her hair was getting long... She still kept one side of her head buzzed, so today she had her hair pulled over the short side...

A squirrel ran across the path... It was black, the sheen from its coat was nice and healthy. It caused her to stop for a second. She took a drag off of her cigarette, shifting her weight to the side a little bit as she watched the squirrel run off into a nearby tree...

Mathew gasped... There were quite a few near-misses already today. The Flats were really busy, it was amazing he hadn't been flattened already. Luckily, his 'Omnipotent' overseers had deemed it necessary to drain the energy he had been gathering over his past few lives. The near-misses were still paralyzingly arousing, and even though he had been around long enough to have his energy back, he was still unable to move. He gazed up to a familiar face, one he hadn't seen in ages... Her hair had gotten a bit longer since he last saw her...

She glanced down. Her emerald eyes locking onto his tiny form, and a smirk curled on her lips. Casually, she took a drag of her cigarette... It was still fairly new, so she had a few minutes to kill. People walked by, but not a single soul stopped to see what she was doing - Nobody noticed Mathew but her...

She looked back up from the ground. He was right between her feet, and she knew it. She lifted up a shoe-clad foot over him, casually showing off the underside of her tread. Her shoes seemed a bit more worn than before as well, but they were still the same old ratty things he had died in so many years ago. Mathew watched as the rubber tread came down on him, just enough to touch and tease the tip of his arousal, then press it against his abdomen. He began to lick, and while she couldn't feel it, she knew he was just that much of a little slut... Besides, keeping him underfoot while she finished her cigarette reduced the risk of other people seeing him.

The cigarette was the measure of his life. Every puff bringing him closer to death.

When she was finally done, she finished him callously. Sky moved her foot off the little one, dropping her cigarette next to his tiny form. It landed so close to his little body that ash fell on his chest. With a mouthful of dirt the little one gasped, panting in pleasure as Sky's foot lifted over his body. Smoke still rose from her cigarette... Everything went so slowly for him, but so quickly for her. It was routine, nobody needed to know that he existed here. She casually set her foot down, lifting her heel and twisting him out. Sky could feel the moment his body popped beneath her, the second he expired... It was beautiful, a sensation she had missed...

Without a second thought, she continued down the path. She left his twisted body in her wake to be trampled into nothingness by those who walked the path...