El had had especially good luck on his hunt that day. A goose was cooking over the fire. Smoke rose from the Astor family's chimney, rose just far enough to graze over the top of Wall Maria before dissipating from sight. Melenie watched from the rooftop as it slowly spiraled through the air, a crack in the evening blue. She flung another shirt over the clothesline and dug into her apron pocket for a pin. A small breeze blew, carrying with it the scent of the blooming spring flowers from the pastures beyond the city boundaries. She sniffed. Allergy season.
Wed Dec 11, 2013 4:12 pm