“The silence often of pure innocence persuades when speaking fails.”
- Shakespeare

Monday lunchtime, near the sheriff's office, on Main StreetThis has proved almost too easy. The clouds are rolling in, air heavy with the promise of rain, and I stand in my Danika body wearing an old coat with the collar turned up against the cold, jacket short ( Read more... )

[Saturday, January 23 (Day 237)]
[Kitchen, Tavern of Hell]
[Late morning to mid-afternoon]

I can't seem to get a hang on this morning. I feel a little groggy and sore from yesterday, but the smell of baking makes me smile. I take the two trays from the oven and set them on the sill.

I know that cookies aren't on the menu, but it I figure there's some ( Read more... )

[Friday, January 22 (Day 236)]
[Kitchen, Tavern of Hell]
[Night - almost closing time]

Cookie's drunk, just like I planned.

I've fed him one beer after another, smiling sweeter and wider with every drink he's put away.  Should I take him downstairs?  I'm considering it and I smile, sweet as one of his pies, as I say, "You did great today, Cookie.   I ( Read more... )

[Julaften - Thursday, December 24 (Day 207)]
[After sunset - The Tavern of Hell]

Yesterday was a busy day for the Tavern and its residents.  Cookie spent the day cooking and baking while the rest of us put the finishing touches on the Tavern's festive decorations.  The wooden ornaments are glossy on the tree and the brightly-wrapped presents under it ( Read more... )

[December 20th, Morning, Silk Road ( Read more... )