"Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned."

A heartbeat too late

The plate I was drying slips from my hands when I hear Rose in my head.

I'm sorry, Mama. I spin around, for it' ( Read more... )

Monday, June 4th
The cafe', afternoonThe waitress drops off another soda, and I flash her a smile and take a gulp before going back to my sketching. Spent the morning in my office, talking over the prospective ideas for expanding the school house. Now that the town is growing, there really is a need for more than just the one room. The question ( Read more... )

Tuesday, September 2, late afternoon
Nu's Trailer

There are few places in Excolo where I feel more out of place than I do here.

Oh, the Carnival is not technically Excolo, I suppose, but it has been here for as long as I have, so it feels as if it is part of the town, and it is hard to remember that people like Lucien are not originally from ( Read more... )

Sunday, July 11th
Mid-aftenoon, The Park

"So... the fair Prince had defeat the wicked Faerie, cut away at the thorn bushes until the path was clear, then raced up the stairs of the castle that lay in slumber for the past one hundred years.  At at the top of the northern tower, there she lay; Princess Aurora, the Briar Rose.  She was so beautiful, ( Read more... )

Saturday, the twelfth of June [day three hundred seventy seven]
Late afternoon in the Market

Winter is long gone and summer is here, and it's making me feel a bit restless. Makes me miss the endless days on the road that was my life for the last three years. Never thought I'd actually miss them as I spent far too many of them missing Manhattan. Even ( Read more... )

Saturday, June 5th
The Dormouse, just after the lunch rush

Rose gurgles and coo's happily in her basket, entertaining herself with my wedding necklace dangling just above her little hands.  The diamonds catch the sunlight, and rainbows dance across the walls everytime it spins.  When that fails to amuse her, there is always her own toes.  Or Flopsy, ( Read more... )

{Noontime, Wednesday June 2nd, day 367}
[The Miskatonic]Mrs. Danvers sent a message this morning that she was ill and would not be able to come in to work today. I sent one in return wishing her well, and arranged to have flowers delivered to her home. She has been such a kind, conscientious employee, and she has taken such good care of everyone ( Read more... )

Sunday evening, the CarnivalFull moon's waning now, an' with it my bleeding's slowly, same as usual, ayuh. 'Cept this month my bleeding didn't come on, cos I was having a baby. Woke up Friday, turning my head toward a cry of a baby that didn't come, an' found my period had already started, that I was wearing the rags stuffed into my undahwear same ( Read more... )

Tuesday, May 18
Afternoon, on the riverbank

I had the dream again.

Been havin' 'em for days now.

Fire and stars and pounding blood and jaguars running through the jungle Tezcatlipoca, Tezcatlipoca…Woke up still feelin' the jungle hot, and then I felt cold, and then I cried ( Read more... )

[Midmorning of Saturday, March 20 (day 293)]
[Inside the Miskatonic]Cooler than it's been of late, though think some of that's the wind. Woke up with less of a mind for speaking with folk, and spent the morning down in the graveyard, neatening things as needed it. The lines and chisel of Pelan's marker softened over winter, and's started taking ( Read more... )