A Short Walk In A Pretty Town の小説・ストーリー

However, the next big town was still so far away, and we needed supplies. I look at Maddie, and she hugs me. She helped me wipe off the dirt on my face and put my hair up. I look much more presentable now, and I walk toward the town. The town reminds me of the one we left. It’s old but has charm. Little shops line the streets, and then there’s the grocery store. It is the largest store, and I smile, hoping they have everything we need. “Howdy,” a couple in town stops me. I smile but keep my head tilted away. “Howdy, I reply, and they keep walking. The town is full of people walking around, and it looks like there may be some type of celebration going on.

“I just like messing with him sometimes.” “You know he doesn’t like me?” I asked. “Oh yes, he’s made that point quite clear,” Kieran sighed. “But luckily, I have the deciding vote - the only vote, actually - and I’ve decided you’re perfect.” “Thanks.” I could feel my cheeks heating up again as we walked the short way down the dirt road to the town. Once we got to town, the roads were paved, most with wide sidewalks. It was very modern, like any American suburb, and people bustled all over, getting their businesses open for the morning.

The walk back to town was filled with an air of solemn determination. The weight of Eleanor’s revelations hung over us, casting long shadows in the moonlit night. As we approached the edge of Silverwood Falls, Eleanor’s presence seemed to draw the attention of the town itself, as if the very ground recognized the gravity of her return.

And why has it gathered so much attention from everyone especially girls. I got up, showered, put my yellow knee length dress on with my white jacket and boots and left for work. As usual walking towards my cafe made me awestruck again as the foggy, rainy mountains that surrounded our town showed its gorgeous beauty as always and my eyes and heart were filled with immense pleasure. I have lived in this town my whole life, but its beauty still awes me every single day. I love this place.

La-di-da! Iris jumped from rock to mound to rock as she made her way to the town. It was a beautiful day, the deep green of the trees vibrant against the bright blue sky. A slight breeze tugged at her long hair and seemed to fill up her chest, until she was light as air and giddy with the warm sunlight glowing against her skin. Iris enjoyed the rare moment of levity and bubbling energy before slowing down to a sedate pace as she turned a hill and caught sight of the town's sloping roofs. A Candlemaiden should walk with grace and gravity: Mother Hall's words, not Iris's. She wasn't quite sure what it meant to walk with gravity, but she figured walking slowly and steadily was a good bet.

That aside, the walk actually seems nice. People are going about their business and it all looks great to me. I hope I don't look like your typical small town girl looking around shops like some sort of noob but I just can't help it. When you grow up in a small town where everyone knows their neighbor, seeing so many people who barely spare you a glance is pretty much a cause for glee. There's a skip to my step as I walk, I may or may not be imagining myself in a book or a historical novel, it would be great to run into my own Mr. Darcy.

Emma still doesn't seem to be bothered by the weight, she must work out regularly. We have been walking for almost 20 minutes now, I assume, and suddenly the trees start to thin out as we enter a small town. There are people out walking enjoying to sunny day. Shop owners are outside their store fronts sweeping the sidewalks and chatting with customers. There is so much love in the atmosphere that it tugs at my heart. I want this. Whatever this is, something inside me is screaming "Home". As we make our entrance into the town people stop and stare at Emma and I, and then all hell breaks loose.

I decided to step out to grab something to eat before I do pass out. I move back to my room to dress into something warmer, then I step back outside. Snow has started falling again, slow and deliberate. The sky is heavy with it as I walk down the road without a plan, didn’t feel like driving so I just walked since this town is pretty much not that big with my boots sinking slightly into the powdered snow. The town feels smaller at night, and it seems more intimate with Lights that glow behind windows. Somewhere I could hear laughter spill out briefly and then disappears.

If I peed in the corner, it would be out of spite. I’ve mostly seen this town at dawn, at night. Susie’s house is a few blocks from the train station. It’s an easy morning walk down the deserted streets. Calm and quiet through the still darkness, a time when people speak in whispers even if there’s nobody else around. I like this town. I like the morning walk. My trappers boots—my new favorite shoes, bought for me at a city store six months ago—are smooth and quiet. Thick rubber, soft steps. My mother walks in ballet slippers, flat-footed so she can stretch her calves, her heels stuffed in her bag for later. We walk in the middle of the road, following the smooth black tar, the barrier line

This town seemed like such a wonderful place, if you take away the looming fear of whatever was hunting us down last night that is. I walk down the stairs and allow the sun to beat down on my skin, my decision to wear a summer dress was definitely, the right call for how hot the day was. I begin my stroll around the town, smiling at everyone that I would pass who would all bow their heads towards me. That is exactly how those men from last night greeted me, perhaps it’s a way of greeting someone around here but Becky, never does it to me and didn’t when we first met.