muziker (muziker) wrote in midway_ic, @ 2011-09-04 21:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | emmett monroe, miriam stiglitz, week 4 |
{ w h o } Miriam and Emmett
{ w h a t } Stretching her legs after a long day of traveling.
{ w h e n } Sunday evening
{ w h e r e } Just outside of Cleveland
{ r a t i n g } TBD
Summer was clearly on its way out. The nights were much colder, and the days were growing shorter. Miriam hadn't experienced an American autumn yet. Rosh Hashanah was fast approaching, and she wished she could be with her family to celebrate. Pulling a sweater around her shoulders, the young woman stepped outside into the crisp night air. The caravan traveled most of the day, and tomorrow they would set up for another week.
Miriam needed to stretch her legs after sitting for hours. She folded her arms against the chill, but she didn't mind it much. The sky was lit up with stars. She craned her neck, trying to find some of the constellations her father had shown her. Her family was never not on her mind. They were a constant presence in her thoughts. During the day, when she played sad mournful songs and cheerful jigs, they were there. At mealtimes, when she filled her plate with food cooked by someone other than her mother, she thought of them. And at night, when she was laying on her mattress waiting for sleep to take her, they were on her mind. It had been a couple of weeks since their last letter, but sometimes mail took longer than usual to reach the caravan because of their frequent moves. Still, Miriam worried. She wondered what they were doing right then.