05-10-2022, 11:42 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-21-2022, 02:13 AM by Mable Reynolds.)
There were not enough hours in the daytime for Mable, and this was something she would be upset about forever.
It was not fair. There was so much she wanted to do in a day, now more than ever, but the sun set too quickly for her to complete her extensive list. There was so much to explore on Whitby, and Mable wanted to see every inch of it first hand as soon as possible, learn all of it's secrets and what made the people tick and where to find the best and warmest bread. She wanted to see if she could dig for worms in the sand of the beach, and she wanted to find the quickest path to the moors and go swimming in the river.
But no. Unfortunately for her, days ended, and the sky got dark, so the young girl had to retreat to the hotel her and her brother were staying, and find some way to make use of her time there.
The room was not the most dreadful place to be, she had to admit. It was much nicer than anywhere she'd ever stayed before, with genuine wallpaper that covered every inch of the wall. A beautiful rug covered most of the hardwood floor, and it was plush and soft to the touch. There were beds, and furniture in the room besides that too. Bedside tables and a small table and chairs, and a little desk with a Bible. All of them were carved from dark, beautiful wood Mable touched with wonder.
Now, though, most of the reverence had worn off. Mable hadn't much interest in reading the Bible, and her brother forbid her from rearranging the room, so she was stuck making up games to keep herself occupied until she was tired enough to sleep.
Currently, the girl was tossing a collection of pebbles she'd gotten that morning at the wall, trying to get them to land within the small confines of a cloth napkin (cloth napkin!!!) on the ground in front of the wall. Just doing that was easy, though, so Mable was challenging herself by trying to make the pebbles land in a way that made a picture. This now seemed near impossible, but it was a good way to pass time, to she kept it up for as long as she would be able to stand it.
It was not fair. There was so much she wanted to do in a day, now more than ever, but the sun set too quickly for her to complete her extensive list. There was so much to explore on Whitby, and Mable wanted to see every inch of it first hand as soon as possible, learn all of it's secrets and what made the people tick and where to find the best and warmest bread. She wanted to see if she could dig for worms in the sand of the beach, and she wanted to find the quickest path to the moors and go swimming in the river.
But no. Unfortunately for her, days ended, and the sky got dark, so the young girl had to retreat to the hotel her and her brother were staying, and find some way to make use of her time there.
The room was not the most dreadful place to be, she had to admit. It was much nicer than anywhere she'd ever stayed before, with genuine wallpaper that covered every inch of the wall. A beautiful rug covered most of the hardwood floor, and it was plush and soft to the touch. There were beds, and furniture in the room besides that too. Bedside tables and a small table and chairs, and a little desk with a Bible. All of them were carved from dark, beautiful wood Mable touched with wonder.
Now, though, most of the reverence had worn off. Mable hadn't much interest in reading the Bible, and her brother forbid her from rearranging the room, so she was stuck making up games to keep herself occupied until she was tired enough to sleep.
Currently, the girl was tossing a collection of pebbles she'd gotten that morning at the wall, trying to get them to land within the small confines of a cloth napkin (cloth napkin!!!) on the ground in front of the wall. Just doing that was easy, though, so Mable was challenging herself by trying to make the pebbles land in a way that made a picture. This now seemed near impossible, but it was a good way to pass time, to she kept it up for as long as she would be able to stand it.
