Who: Molly and Captain Vine What: Wandering at Fair Where: Greenville, in town When: Backdated: Wednesday, Mid-Morning Rating: TBD Status: Incomplete, Threaded
The best laid plans often go awry. Molly’s day was a reflection of that. The morning had been going so well. Her new dress had turned out quite lovely, making her feel soft and feminine for once. While shopping she’d spent more than she’d intended, but she had come out of the deal with a treasure that would last her whole life long. So, of course, something had to go wrong.
She must have been longer gawking at stalls than she realized at the time, for the crowds were multiplying. Her purchase held firmly to her chest, Molly tried to protect it from the thoughtless jostling of the masses. One man in a great hurry rushed past, clipping her shoulder as he went. Under other circumstances, Molly might have muttered a curse after him, but now she had more important things on her mind. The crowd was shifting again.
Molly felt like she was drowning in the waves of humanity. She hated crowds – was terrible at navigating her way through them. She staggered as another person bumped into her. Her adrenaline surged. Taking great, deep breaths, she tried desperately to find a way out. She didn’t even care which way she went anymore, as long as it got her away from all the people. But she was too short to see beyond those immediately in front of her. Feeling trapped and at the mercy of the mob, Molly started to tremble.