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[kingdomofblys-blog]

Smooth Move

Imogen was back at the pier, but this time she was not greeted by Stevies familiar face. She sat alone, smoking her cigarette and dangling her chuck-clad feet. 

Tonight was the firework show. She heard Aspen was quite good with explosives, apparently, and anticipated the show. The festival only lasted a day more, ending on Sunday and she really hadn’t done much at all. The first day, she’d had her run-in with Wren, today she’d stayed home and cleaned with renewed vigor. She hoped tomorrow could bring a better day. 

[nailedtothecross]

Joseph hummed along to the hymns he had playing through his phone as he stirred up the assortment of vegetables and meat he had cooking in a pan. He wasn’t making anything too special. It was just stir-fry, even though it was a home recipe that he had made. All that was different was the spices and sauce that went in, which hardly made it special to him. He was so caught up in the music and cooking that he hardly noticed a knock at the door.

“Crap,” he muttered to himself as he switched the heat to low, “I’ll be there in a sec!” He shouted as he set everything down and made sure nothing would catch fire in his absence. Joseph spared one last glance at his kitchen before running to the door and tugging it open. He didn’t recognize the person behind it. “Ah... Hello?”