The last of the books would soon be put away and then she could begin, the librarian becomes the author.

Frozen over, shivering, like the flowers that bloom before the last frost. Tomorrow she would dress far less optimistically.

She may not have much but she's got lazy Sundays and multiple cuddle buddies.

Up before the sun on the sun's day.

Too many things reminded her of the accident. But today the flags were finally full-mast once again. The city had stopped mourning, just in time for more death.