The month goes on, and we get closer to the holidays. I bury myself in work, in looking after the girls, in hanging out with my friends, trying to give myself as little time alone as possible. Making sure I don't have too much time to think. To dwell ( Read more... )

It's been a long couple of days for Auggie ( Read more... )

Dated November 7, 2011:
It's not like I'm looking for him. Not really. But after weeks of giving him space, I've had my eye out. I've been wondering, maybe even worrying, since somewhere along the way I started giving a shit.

The best of friends never stay apart for long.

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Dated November 29, 2011:
There wasn't a trace ( Read more... )

The cane that slides against the ice is not my own. It's heavier and bulkier, with a curved hook on one end to serve as a grip. I've paid attention to the warnings -- that the weather would turn cold. That some of the topography and architecture could transform with the coming of December. But as I walk through the snowy streets of a city I do not ( Read more... )

The latest round of Island Council elections were finished, and I once again had the job of posting the results to the Compound bulletin board:
Tabula Rasa Island Council - Term 12

General RepresentativesShari Cooper ( Read more... )

There's a select group of people scattered throughout the Compound today, any of which someone might happen to run into, but only if they know where to look.

In the IPD Office, there's a tall woman with long brown hair sitting behind one of the auxiliary desks and filling out some long-neglected paperwork. She's been putting off her patrol ( Read more... )

There is little excuse for Auggie to not enjoy the waterfall now. When he was up at the Compound, the walk had never really made going out of his way to go there worth it. After all, why go there to cool off when it only meant he'd be sweating again by the time he walked back? It's different now that he lives in the hut he does - the waterfall is ( Read more... )

My skin is greasy from a liberal application of sunscreen. It's a necessary precaution; I've managed to escape a serious burn since I first arrived in paradise from a rainy night in Hell's Kitchen, but only out of due vigilance. The aforementioned sunscreen. Long-sleeve shirts. Pants. Summer suits. My complexion doesn't lend itself to sunbathing. ( Read more... )

It's what she sees every morning as she wakes up, without the assistance of any alarm. Somehow, over the past couple of months, she's officially switched to running on island time, but it's a little hard to celebrate that milestone when Annie can't help but feel like she's regressing every time she catches a glimpse of the bracelet dangling from ( Read more... )

For a day Auggie almost forgot completely about, his birthday had been pretty nice. That was, of course, thanks in no small part to Annie's insistence in celebrating it, something he hasn't really done in a lot longer than he'd care to admit to ( Read more... )