gossip hour. → @minilocke
“Minerva Locke.”
A small hand reached toward the woman’s elbow, slipping her arm against hers. Stella sidled up to her right side and gave a smile and a pat to Mini’s forearm. Her skirts were green, that day, emerald and deep, and her blue eyes glittered with excitement as she began to walk with the woman down Peach Street.
The day was cold, but Stella was bright, a basket on her other arm filled with shopping. She loved seeing the town come back to life, familiar faces filtering back. So many more were missing. She didn’t like to think about that too much.
Instead, she nodded, tilting her chin a little at the woman. “Rumor has it, you’ve been hanging around Maddox Keyes.”
Stella was, at her heart, a gossip. She smiled.
“What’s that about?”
