Mid-afternoon of Tuesday, 29th June
The AbbeyIt's a bright warm day, and the church, my church, rings with the sound of a community in song. Every pew is filled, and there are even people standing at the back of the church and spilling onto the porch, leaning into the doorway to hear Ash's words, and singing out familiar hymns of summer and ( Read more... )

Friday afternoon, June 18th
Day 383
The General Store

I have seen Dorian three times since Sunday and Jamie not once. This has been very pleasant. The yellow dress is still hidden in my closet, but every time I go to see him, Dorian contrives to spirit away part of what I’m wearing. It is a very peculiar talent, but since he is sufficiently ( Read more... )

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Looking for a pick-me-up after the wish debacle, Jane stops by the Sacred Whore for a new dress which, along with the customary snark, Dorian is happy to provide.  There's some back and forth, as part of the dress-making process apparently involves insults and pie-puns.  Jane then decides that the ( Read more... )

[Sunday, June 13th (Day 378)]
[Noon, The Sacred Whore]

Ah, boredom.  My old friend.

It's slow, even for a Sunday, and by the time I've finished with all the little tasks that must be done - sweeping, dusting, reordering the clothing racks, and tidying the displays - only a few hours have passed.  And there's nothing left to do.  It's times like these ( Read more... )

[A bright and crisp mid-morning, June 8 (day 373)]
[At the library]It is quite a lovely day; cool and crisp and not at all cold enough to ache. I was somewhat apprehensive about stepping outside yesterday, but the snow hardly seems to cause a slip at all. And as it seems to be here still, I suppose I should not get into the habit of letting it ( Read more... )

Saturday, June 5th
The Doctor's office, late morning

I've been here a year.  Just realized it today.  Rolled into town the last day of May a year ago, thinking I'd be off again in a week.  Who would have guessed how much a simple town stop could have changed my life?  In some ways for the worse, but ultimately for the better, I suppose.  So much ( Read more... )

Friday, May 21st
The Cafe', early evening

He was gone.
When my eyes fluttered open, I went to touch his head, but it was not there.  The bed beside me still felt warm, and I could still smell him in my nightgown... but there was no Kent.

There never was a Kent.  There has always been the being that wore a face that pleased me, and played a part that ( Read more... )

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Day 350, 16 May
Late Sunday morning
The Bakery

After I finished the weeding and fed the chickens, I told Mother I was walking over to the Abbey for services. Tiffany was still in bed, or she would have turned up her nose at the idea of going to church. Mother was none too pleased, but at least she thinks it’s fairly harmless. I couldn’t tell her I’d ( Read more... )

Day 346, 12 May
Wednesday morning
The Bakery

I’ve taken a few days to think over what Glass said and what I’ve been wanting to do for some time now. Pies are all well and good, but I know pies. And I really know precious little about cakes or different kinds of bread, yeasted and not. I can make them well enough for us at home, but they’re not ( Read more... )