I spend my days with little people; exploring the world, expanding their minds, until they grow to be bigger-little people.
I like puns. They make me laugh.
I like writing. It helps me think.
I like The Holy Trinity. They make me feel.
This one was a little tricky. I don’t know how well it fits the 60s, but I had a go. Thanks for your suggestion!
SFW, 2 688 words.
Hannah should be used to the silence by now. It’s always quiet on her days. She doesn’t know why her parents keep insisting she work for them. Their hopes of her finding a husband should have been squashed years ago when they’d tried to marry her to the butcher’s son. She’d refused vehemently, all but throwing a tantrum like a child.
She didn’t dare tell them why, she’d seen how the town had treated the councillor’s son. He’d tried to tell his parents, and they didn’t understand. Things got a little rough for him, with people starting rumours and avoiding him in town, but Hannah had been his friend. Until he had moved away, a fresh start he said. Somewhere people didn’t know him, wouldn’t judge him for the way he was born.
But her town hadn’t forgotten. They’d pieced it together, and they knew.
Wouldn’t that be a lovely dream. Fictional drunk Hannah is pretty adorable. Thanks! I’m excited for you to read the rest of it :)
The important thing is that you’re with us now. Hi new friend! I’m so glad you’ve enjoyed what I’ve posted so far. I can’t give you cheese, nor can I give you the next part just yet. But I appreciate your message. Thank you so much for reading! :)
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I see what you did there, and I love it :)
Yes! It sure was. I really do love that song. I’m so glad you saw it :) Thank you!
Sorry about your pain. I get it. I’m in the same position. I know! But I started posting this in January! It’s been so long! Only 5/6 more parts and then we’re done!
but thank you! :)
I don’t think it’s wrong, but I don’t know, I already have the next chapter…
You are most welcome. Thank you for coming back and reading each time. And for this lovely message! :)
Shhh, haven’t the lights ever been too loud for you? I’m just so happy that you liked it enough to leave me a message, I appreciate it. You’re too kind though. Thank you for reading :)
No thank you! For this message and being such a lovely person.
Thank you so much, you’re so sweet. I’m glad you liked it. I didn’t intend to mess with your brain though! Sorry.
Previous chapter can be found here.
Hannah doesn’t know how she got here or how long she’s been here. She doesn’t even know where here is. What she does know is that these drinks taste good, they’re basically liquid candy, and she’s into it.
Hannah finishes her third drink and signals for the bartender to bring her another. She waits, watching the cheery patrons talk and laugh with each other in the dimly lit room. For a Wednesday night, there are a surprisingly large number of people here. Or maybe it’s just because Hannah doesn’t go out to bars much anymore. She doesn’t need to, well, she didn’t need to.
She looks down at the bar and tries to ignore the alarmingly large number of miscellaneous crumbs on the bar. She thinks she’s doing a great job at that until she moves her arm and it comes away from the bar slowly, a sticky substance lingering on her skin. She looks at her arm and finds that she doesn’t really care. She doesn’t know whether it’s the alcohol but she just wipes it on her jeans and keeps looking down.
Where is that bartender? She thinks, getting slightly frustrated at his level of efficiency.
“Hi.” A smokey voice drawls from next to her.