They walked – catching rides from local farmers twice – until the sun was just threatening to disappear behind the mountains. By the time they clambered into the slight curvature of the hill that made something that could, with generosity and broad definitions, be called a cave, they had been trading bad jokes and worse stories for more than an hour, started when Carrone told her one about a bear – the animal sort – that walked into a tavern.
“Can you…” He waved his hands.
“I can. Are you sure you want me to?”
He pointed at the sky. “It might not be planning on one of your stupid man-killer storms, but it’s going to do something tonight, and I don’t want to sleep wet. Or bug-eaten.”
“I don’t, either.” She dug into her bag until she found everything she needed; he, in the meantime, laid out the bedrolls (there was just enough room for the two of them pressed against each other in the dubious shelter they’d found) and then dug around for cooking supplies. Continue reading →
Originally posted on Patreon in September 2018 and part of the Great Patreon Crossposting to WordPress.
This story is not, per se, for this month, but since it’s about Autumn, here it is. This is because Eseme made an Autumn doll, but her hair faded, leaving me with the urge to write a story about Autumn’s hair fading.
The working title of this story, right up ‘till today, was ‘Autumn Hair.’
At over 7000 words, it’s a bit of a read.
The fest was just beginning Day Four — Thursday — when Autumn came into town to set up her booth. That was within the festival rules; as long as you were there for the weekend and as long as you paid for the time you were there, you could show you whenever. It was part of what had attracted her to the fest in the first place.
She unloaded her gear from the back of her van, set up her tent, and, from the pleasant shade of its canopy, looked around. Continue reading →