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madeofstories) wrote2014-09-30 08:23 pm
madeofstories) wrote2014-09-30 08:23 pm
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It happens less often these days, but every once in a while, Grace misses home almost more than she can handle. It's been years since she's been there, since she was unceremoniously sent to an island to live, and since then, she's learned that she can't eve go back, but it doesn't stop her missing everyone, all the same. She'd never been far from her family for very long at all before Tabula Rasa, and now with her twentieth birthday approaching, hasn't seen her parents for years. She can't even ring them.
It all comes flooding back at once on a Tuesday, as she's sitting outdoors at a cafe working on coursework, and suddenly she's reminded of a pub with Rich, of Sub Rosa and drinking an entire pint all at once.
So she orders one.
Only, the waitress drops it off, and it's sat precariously near the edge of the table. When Grace leans over to grab something from her bag, she grazes the table, knocking the glass over onto her papers and sending some of dry ones fluttering into the street.
"Oh no!"
It all comes flooding back at once on a Tuesday, as she's sitting outdoors at a cafe working on coursework, and suddenly she's reminded of a pub with Rich, of Sub Rosa and drinking an entire pint all at once.
So she orders one.
Only, the waitress drops it off, and it's sat precariously near the edge of the table. When Grace leans over to grab something from her bag, she grazes the table, knocking the glass over onto her papers and sending some of dry ones fluttering into the street.
"Oh no!"