Marta Cross (not_june_monroe) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2014-06-15 00:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !plot, ~aaron cross, ~marta shearing |
Who? Aaron and Marta
Where? Their garden
When? After this
What? Dealing with Island Fuckery
Status? Closed/WIP
It was weird, the things one latched onto. Marta sat on the steps leading down into her back garden, staring at the mug of coffee she was holding. Out of everything that should have been throwing her about this time-skip, it was the mug. There was nothing unusual about it. It wasn't her favorite, it was too big to be the right size for her, and it wasn't even her favorite color or anything like that. She just... she distinctly remembered the mug breaking - it would shatter against the paving stones that led round to the front of the house - and yet there she was, holding it in her hands and drinking coffee from it.
She eventually pushed herself to her feet, her back protesting as per usual, and walked round the garden, inspecting everything and more than a bit amazed at how new it all looked. And the tree at the back was still just a sapling. This was bizarre.