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Sunday, July 8, 2012
Darcy became slowly conscious of the room around her. Sitting up gingerly she rubbed her eyes, trying to open them, but her eyelids felt leaden, sleep clinging to them in desperation. When she tried to look around she felt as if sand was blowing into her eyes. She rubbed again waiting for the feeling to pass, but it wouldn’t.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Darcy rose stiffly to her feet; the seemingly dry earth beneath the tree had seeped it’s hidden dampness into her body as she sat there, leaving her shivering. She rubbed her face; her head throbbed with a dull ache from her crying.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Darcy closed the door in a movement torn between wanting to slam it and wishing it wouldn’t be heard. She reached the middle of the room before her father’s quiet steps behind her made her aware of him. Unwillingly she turned to look at him; his face was set.
Monday, January 10, 2011
The sign still dangled on its well worn post, proclaiming the cottage to be for sale, as Darcy guessed it had for a long time. She shuddered and drew up her shoulders; the air was strange here, smelling of the sea, salty and cold and nothing like the air in Bridgeport.