Reconnection

I wrote this to my Patreon patron, ColleenR's prompt "I'd love something positive and wholesome, please!" and "a glorious garden". It overlaps with the end of Travelogue: Part 4 and came in at 1,886 words.

Saylie Chaterhalm was in her front garden, taking an outside break from the tasks her mentor had set her, when her father arrived at her garden gate.  His presence was so unexpected that she just stood there looking at him, in stunned surprise.  He was, of course, inappropriately dressed for Bolton-on-the-Edge where sewn seams came apart due to the village's proximity to the Reality Ravine.  Additionally, his finely tailored suit was made of wool and the waistcoat he was wearing was silk, so consequently he was beginning to look overwarm.  For his part, he was looking at her as if he didn't know what to think and Saylie assumed that was because he'd never seen her wearing anything like her current garments - not only was she wearing a sari-like outfit with a bodice that relied entirely on heavy fusible lining and knots to do its job, but the colour of the sari was magically changing from green through to purple and back again.

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Adventure At Home

 I wrote this to Lyn Thorne-Alder's prompt on Patreon " "An adventure without leaving home or coming within 2 metres of anyone else."  :-D  Or just without leaving home, if that's easier."  So, here we are, 1,130 words later.

 

Edith Carlsson was climbing up into the roof space of her house because her visiting sister had been complaining of hearing things shifting around in the night.  Edith would have put down rat poison and left events to take their course, but Joanne insisted that it wasn't a rat-like noise.  A brief discussion had established that 'rat-like' to Joanne meant squeaking and scrabbling, or even chewing sounds, and she was definite that what she was hearing was objects being dragged along.  This meant that Edith climbed the step ladder, opened the access panel, and climbed through it into the space above her ceiling.  She really, really hoped that there weren’t rats.

 

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