LJ Idol Week 4: “I don't skate to where the puck is. I skate to where the puck is going to be."

[suesniffsglue]

Lady Esme's tent housed a romantic glow, too dim to illuminate the dirt and just bright enough to warm primary colors into deep, mysterious hues. Most naturally fell prey to the illusion, not noticing the light bulbs burned or flickering and choosing instead the comfort belly-feels of imagined candlelight

Comments

[adoptedwriter]

I enjoyed this! Looking forward to reading another chapter!

[suesniffsglue]

Thank you :)

[i_17bingo]

So many questions! Who is the impossibly tall man? Why would he kill Lady Esme?

But mostly I was impressed with her calm in the face of such a prediction. She handled that like a champ.

[suesniffsglue]

I loved that she was chilling with her hot dog when he arrived :) Guess Lady Esme is always a step ahead!

[marlawentmad]

Delightful! I also adore the detail of her fleeing for her life to get a chili dog and watch her prediction come to her door.

[rayaso]

This was great! I loved it that when Lady Esme was faced with death, she went in search of a hot dog. There were plenty of great descriptions as well.

[kajel]

I enjoyed reading this. I loved how she stayed and watched her prediction come true.