Jul 24, 2015
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.