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Marked Passage // for Greta, Eliot, and Jack
26 December, 2019
There is an idea Anne's been turning over and over in her head for a long while now. Nearly two months. It took time to form and longer to grow into the sort of thing she was inclined to consider, but she's patient. Of course, in all that time she never quite manages to feel certain about it, which means she leaves it down to the last.
It's the day after Christmas that she ventures out into the snow and awful cold to Greta's cottage. She regrets it for the better part of the journey, her gloved hands stuffed beneath her armpits, but she is stubborn, and she continues forward. Jack's gone out, and she don't know when he'll be back, though knowing him it'll be a while. Everything was goddamn closed for Christmas; the whole world stopped running. It was fucking strange. And Jack was curious about it all, like he always is, but he was also just as nettled he couldn't go to the library.
So Anne figures she has some time. She reaches Greta's door and extricates one of her hands, teeth chattering faintly as she knocks.
There is an idea Anne's been turning over and over in her head for a long while now. Nearly two months. It took time to form and longer to grow into the sort of thing she was inclined to consider, but she's patient. Of course, in all that time she never quite manages to feel certain about it, which means she leaves it down to the last.
It's the day after Christmas that she ventures out into the snow and awful cold to Greta's cottage. She regrets it for the better part of the journey, her gloved hands stuffed beneath her armpits, but she is stubborn, and she continues forward. Jack's gone out, and she don't know when he'll be back, though knowing him it'll be a while. Everything was goddamn closed for Christmas; the whole world stopped running. It was fucking strange. And Jack was curious about it all, like he always is, but he was also just as nettled he couldn't go to the library.
So Anne figures she has some time. She reaches Greta's door and extricates one of her hands, teeth chattering faintly as she knocks.