Searching for one lost item
[Back dated to the day after New Years]
Gilbertine was on her knees hurriedly digging about a snow bank outside by the garden. She had a red scarf tied up around her neck and face to her nose. Perhaps even more unusual, she was wearing her coat but not her hat. She was cussing a steady stream under her breath as she dug up handfuls of snow. It was also notable the snow around her looked disturbed by foot prints and skid marks.
It was obvious she was looking for something.
She sat back with a groan, a hand scratching her head. Was it gone forever? The one thing Vincent had ever given her that she had really liked? Damn, stupid male analogue. ‘It’ll be in your room the next day’. Apparently this place hated her.
Gilbertine was on her knees hurriedly digging about a snow bank outside by the garden. She had a red scarf tied up around her neck and face to her nose. Perhaps even more unusual, she was wearing her coat but not her hat. She was cussing a steady stream under her breath as she dug up handfuls of snow. It was also notable the snow around her looked disturbed by foot prints and skid marks.
It was obvious she was looking for something.
She sat back with a groan, a hand scratching her head. Was it gone forever? The one thing Vincent had ever given her that she had really liked? Damn, stupid male analogue. ‘It’ll be in your room the next day’. Apparently this place hated her.