Vanda met Wilom early in the morning the very next day.
“You know,” she said, “Just because you wake up this early, doesn’t mean you have to inflict it on the rest of us.”
“You agreed,” Wilom said. Continue reading “Surveyors”
Pudding
When Wilom eventually got back to Marc’s house, Cathlin was already there, but Jilli was not. Wilom had been far too preoccupied that morning to remember whether Marc had had anything planned with her, or whether she was at Sarit’s that afternoon, but he put it out of his mind. Continue reading “Pudding”
Suspicions and Theories
Vanda was very quiet as they walked away from the meeting. Wilom waited for her to speak, but when she remained in brooding silence, he said, “I think they’ll accept the plan.” Continue reading “Suspicions and Theories”
A Modest Proposal
Wilom and Vanda waited for a while outside the door. Rytel was the only one inside, and though he was as ready as he would ever be to present his idea to the Heads, Wilom wasn’t particularly sold on the idea of being stuck alone in a room with of Rytel or Vicdra. Thankfully, it wasn’t too long until the others arrived. Continue reading “A Modest Proposal”
A Bold Plan
Wilom had intended to go over the ledger one last time on the morning of the next meeting with the Heads. When he woke up, however, he discovered that he couldn’t face that immediately. He got dressed, and went out into the kitchen to make himself toast and mentally prepare himself. Continue reading “A Bold Plan”
Metaphorically Speaking
Cathlin had declared herself “having a day off” that morning, so Wilom decided that he would have been rostered for an afternoon shift that day and met her at the breakfast table. He brought their coffees, and they said goodbye to Jilli as she headed out the door with Sarit and her father for their day at school. Cathlin waved to Jilli from the breakfast table, and Jilli made two excuses to give Cathlin and Wilom extra hugs before heading out the door. Continue reading “Metaphorically Speaking”
An Expensive Café
Three days and two notebooks later, Wilom had to get away from the ledger to clear his head. He drew the line when he’d started to dream of black lines of legal text dancing of white pages, just too fast for him to read as he desperately tried to keep up. Continue reading “An Expensive Café”
Unpleasant Papers
Wilom slept in the next morning, late enough that Marc had already left for work, and when he finally emerged for breakfast, he found Cathlin sitting at a table with the morning mail, Jilli’s empty toast plate still sitting beside her. Continue reading “Unpleasant Papers”
Yet Another Ledger
As the light started filtering through the curtains, Wilom finally looked up. His notebook had been new last week, but now he had less than 10 pages left. And he’d only read half the ledger. Continue reading “Yet Another Ledger”
The Second Folder
The Heads’ meeting was held in a moderately well-kept warehouse on the other side of the city. Wilom was starting to suspect that nobody he knew actually did business in sensible places, like offices, and realised just how much that said about his life choices. Vanda left him outside the door, and went in to make her case to them. Continue reading “The Second Folder”
Whimsy and Metaphor 