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Holly ran over to Hawthorn as he lay on the ground. She fell to her knees and scrabbled at his coat and gently patted his cheek.
“Hawthorn? Wake up. Please, wake up.” She looked up at Hemlock, who had also hurried over, and felt a pang of panic at Hemlock’s distressed expression.
“How do we wake him up?” she said.
Hemlock shook his head as his mouth hung open. “I… I don’t know.”
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“She’s lost it,” Holly said as Hemlock gently led her across the main room. “Her mind’s finally snapped and she’s gone the wrong way ’round the bend.”
They reached the door and Hemlock opened it and led them outside.
“I mean, you agree with me, right?” Holly said. “We shouldn’t be staying here.”
Previous: Chester’s Field Day
Just as Hawthorn let down his crystalline wall and retrieved his jacket, a carriage came rattling down the road behind them, headed their way. The carriage slowed as it approached and Tum scowled down at them from his perch next to the driver.
“You think you can just ditch old Tum? Placate him with some dolls and leave him in the cellar? Not nearly enough beer to ditch me in a place like that. So if you want to keep on my good side, you’d best think again the next time you’re of a mind to be playing your tricks.”
“We weren’t trying to trick you, Tum,” Holly said. “We meant to come back. We–“
Posted by Sara C. Snider on Sep 6, 2016 in Life | 12 comments
Autumn pretty much arrived in Sweden a couple of weeks ago, judging by the yellowing leaves I see when I look out the window. Joy! Of course, when autumn rolls around, the icy weather isn’t too far off. Normally I don’t mind the freezing weather, but now with me trying to get my driver’s license here, the thought of driving on ice doesn’t fill me with nearly as much joy as the turning leaves. I come from California, where it’s perfectly valid to stay home from work/school as soon as a light dusting of snow hits the ground.
Previous: Disastrous Discipline
Holly sat on the step of Emmond’s front porch, resting her chin on her palm with her elbow propped on her knee while Hawthorn paced back and forth behind her. Of all the stupid ideas Hazel’s ever come up with, this one had to be the worst. If Holly had tried such a thing, Hazel would have thrown a fit fierce enough to make her go cross-eyed. But when it was Hazel’s idea, Holly was supposed to go along with it and pretend everything was all right. It wasn’t, and Holly was getting tired of the game.
“How long is this thing supposed to take?” she said. “They’ve been gone forever.”
“They’ve been gone for an hour,” Hawthorn said.
Holly turned and squinted up at him. “Don’t tell me you’re taking her side.”