Thursday, February 18th
The Dormouse, Later in the afternoon

Waking up to this cold, grey, drab weather did not improve my mood after the night I had.  Firstly, it made getting of out bed near impossible.  But I did, because I have a business to run.  Dragged myself downstairs in a comfortable, soft, eggplant coloured tunic sweater, ignoring the way ( Read more... )

“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... )

Sunday, early afternoon, February 7 Main Street, and then in the Whitechapel InnI pulled my hood up around my face as the afternoon wind blustered. Dragging my trunk behind me, I squinted around. Vision had never quite been my strong suit, but of course Pa had seen to it that I hadn't had cause for super-sharp eyes. The town seemed to be a bit ( Read more... )