ye'll pull the bloom from off the broom

[withoutleave]

Janet had never been a great reader, not only because she had never been encouraged to be but because anything of interest or importance could so much better be told. But, when no one she knew knew what she wanted to know, it had been time to try the books

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[seekingmiracles]

Days seemed to meld together lately, though not in a bad way. Zia had felt more settled in this place than he ever did where he ended up, and he supposed that was something. He'd been trying not to take the little things for granted.

The beach was still what he enjoyed most, though, and he'd found himself on another walk when he noticed someone sitting nearby. She looked busy with something, and he hadn't intended to stop until he realized she had looked up and smiled over at him. Sliding his hands into his pockets, he stopped walking.

"Hi," he greeted. He still found himself awkward around people he didn't know, but, at the very least, she seemed friendly enough. It'd make things easier.

[withoutleave]

"Good morn," said Janet evenly, rising to her feet in the face of a stranger. She didn't really have anything else to say just yet, so she didn't say it; the young man certainly seemed shy, but she'd no immediate reason to press.

[seekingmiracles]

Now that he was closer, he could spot what the woman had just been working on. It was enough to make him curious, and his eyebrow rose up as he glanced up at her again.

"What are you doing?" he asked, nodding down to what she'd just been working on.

[withoutleave]

"I seek to stop my flowers wilting," she replied. She supposed that burying one might well look strange, after all, so was not put off by being questioned. "The compound is truly dismal."

[seekingmiracles]

"And burying it in sand does that?" he asked. It seemed a sort of weird way of going about what she wanted, but then, he'd seen plenty of weird things lately. "That actually sounds pretty cool."

[withoutleave]

"So I've heard," said Janet, just doubtfully enough to make it clear that she wasn't necessarily endorsing the idea. "Ere long I shall know the truth of it."