For once, Vanda was apologetic, rather than excited, about the new people she’d brought, which made Wilom apprehensive. How could this possibly be worse than Inushi? He didn’t have time to ask, though. The trip to the storage room had been the shortest one yet, and they’d barely had time to exchange more than a few words. Continue reading “Release”
Grandfather
Wilom found it hard to keep his calm as he knocked on the door of the house with the faded 44 on it. Somehow he managed not to fidget as the door opened. Continue reading “Grandfather”
Performance
Wilom tucked his notebook under his arm, partly because it was easier to carry, and partially to get rid of the temptation to get it out and start taking notes again. He felt that, at least, he ought to be able to walk around the city without needing to take notes as he went. He did more than enough writing as it was. Continue reading “Performance”
Ignorance is Bliss
Wilom looked blearily at his letter-paper, tapping the base of his pen on the table next to him. Continue reading “Ignorance is Bliss”
Knowledge is Power
Wilom took the long way home. So, Peggy wanted in, huh? Part of him realised that if everything Vanda had said was true, then they probably needed all the help they could get. But he should talk to her before he said yes to Peggy. Continue reading “Knowledge is Power”
Given the Choice
When Wilom finally woke up in the morning, there was a letter addressed to him on the kitchen table. He flopped onto his bed, pulled the letter out of the envelope and read it. Continue reading “Given the Choice”
It’s Not A Drawing, It’s a Floor Plan
Wilom was rereading ledgers when Cathlin and Jilli came home. He was knocked out of his distracted reverie by the shutting door and the sound of their argument. Continue reading “It’s Not A Drawing, It’s a Floor Plan”
Old Friends
Wilom sat at the dining table with his coffee. He wanted to be out of the house by the time Cathlin and Jilli woke up, but he had no letters left to write and no appointments to go to. Continue reading “Old Friends”
Allies and Friends
Wilom double-checked the address in his notes before knocking on the door. Mr Treene, hm? The ledger information on him was contradictory – all underlines and warnings and scribbled notes about how rich he was, and his unfailing honesty, no two comments in the same handwriting. In the end, though, he was only one of two letters Wilom had gotten a response to. So Wilom had decided to go and see for himself. Continue reading “Allies and Friends”
Personal Questions
Almost as if she’d been summoned, Vanda found him the next afternoon on his way home from the farm. She hid and waited for him in an alley, reaching out and grabbing his arm as he walked past. Continue reading “Personal Questions”
Whimsy and Metaphor 