( [Breathe in. Breathe out.] )

[Gabriel doesn't eat. Instead he stares at the two envelopes on the table, one from a few weeks ago, one that just came in the mail that morning. Christmas morning ( Read more... )

( [Ten years is a long time to live in Mayfield] )

Um.

When did I end up in my auntie's house? Did I 'ave too much to drink again? Maybe this is some sort of buggered up dream.

[Pause.]

[Pause.]

[Pause.]

Wait, wait waitwaaaait--I HAVE A TOASTER.

{{have a newly young-ified Gabriel, free of charge.))

( this is backdated out the yin-yang. blame any confusion on the writer. )

[It had been over a month since he'd gotten the envelope in the mail. He'd still not read it--it was addressed to him in familiar typeface, the return address reading only 'The Mayor'. Once in a while he'd take a look at it, only to put it back in the drawer with the white scrubs he'd received the last time. What would reading the letter inside ( Read more... )

[Gabriel 'awakes', finding himself sitting in a living room and reading a newspaper. It takes him a moment to re-orient himself.]

[Mayfield. Again. He's not sure whether to be frustrated and angry or thankful considering his last few days, while he was home...]

[He sighs, puts the paper aside and lets his head drop into his hands. From one ( Read more... )

( cut for long narrative )

[Gabriel has been droned for reasons unknown. One can find him happily working in his garden, going to work, and being and otherwise Cheerful and Loving Husband and Father. It's frightening, really.]

reference: here

[Gabriel found the power outage a minor setback, although the food in the refrigerator spoiled and they'd have to buy new. The veggies plus the dry goods turned out to be a plus. There were times the TV flickered on and spouted more bullshit about the Milkman (excuse him, Mayor Milkman) and the likely cutoff of utilities. Yet, it wasn't long ( Read more... )