Charley was sequestered out to each city’s head office, and it was this that had brought her back to the UK, returning to the story of her own beginning.
She watched the mists skip around the trees below, the random flash from the lighting of a cigarette; a trundle noise of the caretaker's trolley; the intermittent jogger winding their way to the lake for their final mile; the park was a'buzz and a'hum with the new day’s activity.
The more absorbed she became in staring out at the wildlife around, she drifted far from her own melancholy, from this vacuous feeling that nothing really made sense any more.
It was there and then that the troll appeared.
He came as though from out of nowhere, staring at her expectantly. He stood fairly tall for his kind, five foot eight or so; and was extremely wide, with his belt straining around his mid-drift, in the fashion of Tweedle-dee.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
She watched the mists skip around the trees below, the random flash from the lighting of a cigarette; a trundle noise of the caretaker's trolley; the intermittent jogger winding their way to the lake for their final mile; the park was a'buzz and a'hum with the new day’s activity.
The more absorbed she became in staring out at the wildlife around, she drifted far from her own melancholy, from this vacuous feeling that nothing really made sense any more.
It was there and then that the troll appeared.
He came as though from out of nowhere, staring at her expectantly. He stood fairly tall for his kind, five foot eight or so; and was extremely wide, with his belt straining around his mid-drift, in the fashion of Tweedle-dee.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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