Promise Would Have To Be Enough For Now Since She Didn't Even Have The Pocket Change To Buy A Bus Ticket

promise would have to be enough for now since she didn't even have the pocket change to buy a bus ticket back to the city. the very first vacancy sign in tiny town now boasted 'taken' marked by an audaciously bright sticker. this little plot officially belonged to fairuza palette. could it really be possible to turn a pile of dirt and a little tent into a dreamy oasis of belonging? maybe not alone, but she could take the first steps towards that vision.

then, for the first time in a very long time, inspiration struck. in the dusty light of spring morning rays, in the still quiet of farm field life, fairuza finally reached for a canvas and a brush.

A Second Meeting

Elizabeth really didn't want to be here. But her roommate had begged so here she was trying to dodge drunken advances from overzealous college boys, trying in vain to spot her roommate, Clara, to tell her she was going home. She couldn't see her anywhere, probably hiding in some dark corner with her boyfriend. Just as she decided it was a lost cause, she spotted someone she did recognise. A tall and handsome someone, leaning casually in a doorway drinking a beer. He noticed her at the same time she noticed him and raised his bottle in greeting. "Are you following me?" Elizabeth asked in a teasing tone once she had made her way over to him. He chuckled, "Of course not". Then, "Maybe you're the one following me". "This is my roommate's boyfriends party". She offered as explanation and accepted the beer he passed her. "Ah well, your roommate's boyfriend happens to be my best mate". He clinked the top of his bottle against hers then took a deep drink. She took a drink of her own trying not to notice the way his Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he drank. Instead she raised her eyebrows at him, "Thirsty?" "Very, its been a long day. Its lambing season". "Lambing season?" Elizabeth said in surprise. "Oh ... I thought you attended this University". Joseph shook his head, "Nah, I'm not really academically minded, I work on a farm. I much prefer working with my hands". At this Elizabeth looked at his hands. His big, strong, capable looking hands and couldn't help but wonder just how good with them he was. She took a deep drink of her own.

spoilers sweetie

~ what a beautiful morning to shit in a bush.

Something STRANGE is coming...

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