Idle Tuesdays (ota)
Glenn found that he was getting more and more used to the village as the days went on. He still didn't spend the nights in his own room just yet, but he was pushing himself to go for walks alone and spend some time in solitude to get used to the idea it wasn't going to kill him. He was still avoiding the forest, though.
A week ago he had found the guitar that he seemed to adopt at Herschel's farm. Today, he sat out on the grass in the park on a spot that overlooked the fountain and he strummed at the instrument lazily. He thought of Maggie and wondered what she'd make of this place. She'd like it, he thought. Here she could have a real life. Glenn looked back down at the guitar and strummed a little more.
A week ago he had found the guitar that he seemed to adopt at Herschel's farm. Today, he sat out on the grass in the park on a spot that overlooked the fountain and he strummed at the instrument lazily. He thought of Maggie and wondered what she'd make of this place. She'd like it, he thought. Here she could have a real life. Glenn looked back down at the guitar and strummed a little more.