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Day 87: I Lost Day 86

Just realized I lost "Day 86: Later That Morning in Lo Tom".  I wrote it in DarkRoom and apparently neglected to copy it over to 1000 Days.  It wasn’t great work.  It didn’t advance the plot over much.  In fact, it sorta tanked, devolving into one of my introspective posts on how I write and how I do it wrong sometimes.  I’m sad it’s gone though.

Briefly it reveled that Nita was waiting for Mr. Bollister.  He was characterized as round and thoughtful.  I revealed that Nita was looking for his heat signature–I didn’t word it that crudely.  I think I made her a vampire.  Once it occurred to me I had, I immediately lighted on the idea that it might be neat if in this world vampires were dependant on normal folks.  Something akin to beggars.  No idea how that might work out.

I suspect in the next day or two I’ll have to take a planned outage.  Tonight I’ll just get away with lame.

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Day 85: That Morning in Lo Tom

I’d already decided today was going to be remarkable; this helped.

The thick mist coalesces into a light rain.  Moments later the the collected rainwater scampers down the gutters and drains into the curb of the close where Nita stands.  She backs up a few steps to keep her skirt a little dry.  The steepness of the close and the lowness of the overhead passage forces her to squat to maintain her survey of Lower Thomasburough.  She hitches up her skirt, again to keep it somewhat dry.

All along the north facade the buildings are white or whitened.  Along the obverse southern facade they walls are dark with age.  Anyone looking up the square to this corner close will see her.  White skirt, white hands, and white hair silhouetted by the black of the dark close, then framed by the white again walls.  But it’s misty and no one will be out, excepting the person she’s waiting and she’s not using her eyes to locate that one.

Nita watches the draining water fan out over the cobblestones in a wide arc running perpendicular to the gentle slope’s contour.  The tempo of the rain picks up.

Word count: 192