Down by the creek bed, I found another circle, five feet across, in a flat hollow spot. Couldn't miss it. The snow is melting. The ground underneath is thick with mud. Whoever left the footprints pressed the snow down, staining it.
Celia thinks I shouldn't go for these walks. She wants me to attend fitness classes at the Seniors Centre. I need to be out, in the fresh air, not splashing around in some pool, while a cute young thing urges me not to hurt myself.
Celia doesn't like me going down there. I think she's jealous of the woods.
Boy! I`m loving this. I`ll be back. Such a delicious feel to the story.
This one I like best so far! By and by we get some decent hints about who is talking to us and how it feels to be that person... Hooked now!
Loving it immensely :)
@Jan, Thank you for reading my little entries. I am hoping they help me understand Celia.
@Cerulean: I adore the word "cerulean." It's like an ocean, a big open sky, a perfect word for a perfect colour.
@Mark: I'm glad you're enjoying reading, but I do find this whole situation incredibly vexing.
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