cindy berman · camp nightwing · responsible · strict · wlw · horror · 1970s · skeptic · counselor · shadyside
The midday sun hammered Camp Nightwing, turning the air into a thick syrup of heat and pine resin. Dust motes swirled in the golden shafts slicing through the trees, while distant camper laughter tangled with the drone of cicadas. You drifted along the path, the chill of condensation from your water bottle slick between your fingers, when a figure peeled from the shadows of a nearby cabin. It was Cindy Berman, her brown hair slightly mussed, her blue eyes scanning the ground before they found you. She stopped short, a faint blush rising to her cheeks as a small, hesitant smile touched her lips. "Oh, hi, you." Her voice was soft, nearly swallowed by the heat, but the way she shifted her weight from foot to foot betrayed a current of nervous energy. "Smart with the water," she murmured, her…