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fandomtownies2010-06-12 05:20 pm
therewaslife) wrote in fandomtownies2010-06-12 05:20 pm
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The Graveyard | Afternoon | Saturday | June 12
Bod had almost decided it too hot to take a walk down to the graveyard today. That was followed by the realization that he was using the weather as an excuse not to visit a place that gave him a few moments of feeling like he was close to home. With that in mind, he'd set out towards town.
It was hot, mind you, but the cloud cover made it a little more comfortable. He expected to end up with a slight sunburn on his face anyway. Still, he didn't mind especially once he'd arrived in the graveyard. Bod didn't know why but it always seemed to settle him, being here. He had no connections with these people, no familiarity with their stories but, if he closed his eyes tightly, he could imagine his parents coming over a nearby hill or could imagine Silas finding him leaning against Nehemiah Trot's grave, half asleep. For a second, he saw Miss Lupescu's face, heard her voice say 'Nimini', and he shut his eyes against that, letting it pass, letting it go.
Once he felt more centered, he wandered rather aimlessly through the tombstones, making note of the epitaphs he hadn't seen before and silently repeating the ones he had. It was warm. Bod wondered if Silas was all right, wherever he was. He didn't dwell on that though and just continued walking and thinking.
[Open, sure, if you're in the area!]
It was hot, mind you, but the cloud cover made it a little more comfortable. He expected to end up with a slight sunburn on his face anyway. Still, he didn't mind especially once he'd arrived in the graveyard. Bod didn't know why but it always seemed to settle him, being here. He had no connections with these people, no familiarity with their stories but, if he closed his eyes tightly, he could imagine his parents coming over a nearby hill or could imagine Silas finding him leaning against Nehemiah Trot's grave, half asleep. For a second, he saw Miss Lupescu's face, heard her voice say 'Nimini', and he shut his eyes against that, letting it pass, letting it go.
Once he felt more centered, he wandered rather aimlessly through the tombstones, making note of the epitaphs he hadn't seen before and silently repeating the ones he had. It was warm. Bod wondered if Silas was all right, wherever he was. He didn't dwell on that though and just continued walking and thinking.
[Open, sure, if you're in the area!]