Another journal

Written during my month of writing.  You can find all the sections here.

Back at the trailer, Janice hauled out a handful of books and handed them off to her niece. “I’m going on errands. The ceremony is at eight in the common yard, you don’t need to dress up.”

Emily watched her aunt leave and turned back to the books, sucking at the last of her shake. She’d already read the books at different points growing up. One was a early reader chapter book, even. These were the fictionalised histories?

With a shrug, she turned on the box fan and stretched out on a blanket in front of it, the little stack of books at her side. She opened up the first book, a collected volume of European fairy stories, to a spot marked with a slip of paper. Angling so the fan didn’t blow the pages around, Emily dove in.

Mirrored from Journal of a Something or Other.