Write 365| Day 12
Another busy day. Here’s a little something I wrote. I need to make it up this weekend! The letter arrived at exactly 12:01 AM the night of Adelaide’s twenty-first birthday. It promised an adventure, as letters which arrive at strange times often do. The letter was tucked inside lavender scented wax-lined paper and, more importantly, it was late. If it had arrived on time, Adelaide’s adventure would have turned out quite differently, but it is best not to dwell on that now. Time has a way of changing things. Nothing can outrun its reach, not magic, not dream, and not even death. So the letter, which arrived five years and one minute late contained not the adventure the letter writer had intended but one a great deal more dangerous.
Adelaide would have never found the letter if not for Hel. The dog had been her constant companion since she found her on the steps of her parent’s house five years ago. Today her attention was fixed on the window facing the street. By the time night had fallen she’d hardly moved.“Still staring at the window, I see,” Petra shuffled into the living room holding a candle in each hand. Early in the morning, the sky wrapped itself in a shifting gray cloak and had spent the day hurling gales of rain from its deep pockets. After nine hours diligent work it had finally succeeded in knocking out the power.