Rose Nylund (i_ergullkvinne) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2011-06-09 01:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | dean winchester, rose nylund |
Lost (open)
Rose had been in the kitchen for a good part of the morning, working on treats that she wanted to pass out at the hospital where she volunteered. It was better that she made the spaarhouven krispies when her roommates weren’t about, because they smelled awful in the making, and Blanch always complained about that. But really, that’s who you knew they were done. Just about when you thought you were going to vomit from the smell, they were finished!
Of course, they didn’t taste that good either if you didn’t eat them right. If you didn’t plug your nose and could still smell them, they were fairly wretched. But if you pinched your nose shut and closed your eyes, they tasted like strawberry cheesecake and chocolate ice cream. Spaarhouven krispies were one of Rose’s favorite treats as a little girl, and she just loved to share things that were so good with people who needed a little pick-me-up.
And the hospital administrator had told her she couldn’t bring gougenfluter anymore. Not after that last incident.
Once the krispies had set up, she’d put them each into their own individual wax paper wrap, then inside the little cake boxes she had left over from when she’d made the traditional St. Olaf funpacks (a pack of gum, a bar of soap, and sock puppets). Then the boxes were put inside a pair of paper bags, with handles, and the whole kit-n-kaboodle was carried out to the car for her to take to the hospital. She had the early shift as a candy striper today, and later tonight, she was going to pick up a few hours at the grief center because little Mandy Orton had called in sick and somebody needed to cover for her.
But on her way to the hospital, Rose began to notice something strange. First, it was remarkably cool today. She hadn’t even had to turn on the air conditioning in the car. And second… well, Rose knew that sometimes the girls thought she was a little on the dumb side, but she could swear that none of the streets were right. They had looked right when she left 1901 Richmond Street, but now, she really had no idea where she was.
The best thing to do when you were lost, she knew from her early years in a more rural community, was to stop and stay where you were until somebody came to find you. So Rose pulled over and looked around. Absolutely nothing looked familiar. Maybe she’d taken a wrong turn. Yes, that must be it, she must have turned left instead of right. Rose signaled, then pulled out into traffic to turn around. Once she found where she’d gone wrong, she’d be right on track again.
But the more she drove, the less it looked like Miami. She hadn’t gone the wrong way and ended up in Hialeah, had she? Oh this was terrible. She was going to be late for her shift at the hospital, and somebody would have to stay until she arrived. There was nothing for it. Rose was just going to have to stop and get directions to try to figure out just where she was.
And she was not telling the girls that she’d gotten lost.