034 - Put Out the Fire
[The page looks almost studiously new and pristine, as if from an entirely new journal. For a minute or so, the image of a pressed rose appears upon its pages.]
[Afterwards, the flower is- apparently- removed. A few minutes later, he begins writing, a bit stilted- almost apprehensive- compared to his usual elegant script.]
My apologies if I've been remiss in my correspondence. I've only now taken a new journal, having [a moment of hesitation] lost my prior one.
Have I missed anything of importance? The ants notwithstanding; in their current condition, I've seen them wrench themselves cross the middle ere they lay a sting upon me.
[Afterwards, the flower is- apparently- removed. A few minutes later, he begins writing, a bit stilted- almost apprehensive- compared to his usual elegant script.]
My apologies if I've been remiss in my correspondence. I've only now taken a new journal, having [a moment of hesitation] lost my prior one.
Have I missed anything of importance? The ants notwithstanding; in their current condition, I've seen them wrench themselves cross the middle ere they lay a sting upon me.