Autumn Outside The Post Office Novels & Stories

They came out through the courthouse's main entrance into the afternoon. October light. The particular quality of late autumn sun in a city — low and warm, angled in a way that made ordinary things look slightly more themselves than usual. The steps were crowded with press and with people who had gathered outside during the verdict and were now moving with the particular energy of a crowd that has been waiting for something and received it. She did not stop for any of it.

October came around again. The fourth. Daniel stood at the bus stop on a Wednesday morning in the first week and waited for the 47 with his hands in the pockets of the autumn coat he had retrieved from the back of the wardrobe the previous week, when the September warmth had finally made its decision and receded into the honest chill that preceded October. The dark green scarf was at his neck. The October city was in its amber configuration. The leaves on the park edge trees were in the process of the decision — not yet committed, still holding the green of the summer through the gold that was coming, the two colours present simultaneously in the way of things at the threshold of the change.

Emily sat in her car outside of the warehouse and clasped her hands together to steady them. She was terrified but determined. It was a chilly autumn day, and the small trees that lined the road had lost most of their leaves as they prepared for winter, giving them a somewhat skeletal aura. Above, gray skies stretched out, blotting the sun in a heavy weight of dreariness. It mirrored her mood nicely. At another time, what seemed like a lifetime ago, she’d loved the fall. Colors, crunchy leaves, and the hint of warm apple cider in the air had always filled her with a sense of happiness. Of contentment.

And it was worth just sleeping with a guy . Rain drummed outside the window, drawing attention to itself. Autumn. I don't really like this time of year. Dampness and constant slush all around. At first, the streets are full of multi-colored paints, and then in one day they become gray, faceless. People began to hide under large umbrellas, trying to run home as quickly as possible without soaking branded clothes. Everywhere is turmoil and chaos. Did you decide to wait for me? - Pasha joined me, but I didn’t even notice how he approached ...

Autumn confirmed before the line went dead. She checked the bottom corner of her computer screen; it was already a few minutes past one. Shutting down her terminal, she quickly organized her remaining files to put a temporary end to her workday. After securing formal clearance from her direct supervisor for an early departure, she slipped on her coat and left the building, intending to arrive at the rendezvous well ahead of schedule. ** Autumn arrived at the grand, imposing pillars of the Sterling & Sinclair Royal Depository building with ten minutes to spare. She sat quietly on a leather bench in the private banking lobby, sipping a cup of warm water to calm her nerves.

We need this, El. I sighed, the weight of our situation settling in again. We'd been banking on these investors to see something in us, something worth saving. With urgency, I grabbed my leather satchel and donned my light coat. As I stepped out, the crisp fall air of Upstate New York in autumn enveloped me. Willowbrook's downtown had looked straight out of a postcard, painted with the rich hues of reds, oranges, and yellows. The trees lining the streets had been a mosaic of color, their leaves rustling gently in the wind.

With that, she closed her eyes, along with a lingering blithe on her face, dreaming of the man who had kissed her under the twinkling, glistening lights of the stars. The humid morning breeze made Daphne and Clara sweat in the arrival of the autumn. The wind had left the district in the sweltering heat, leaves were falling from trees, and bustling cars on the road were piled in a queue line. Autumn was around, though it seemed summer had occupied the downtown streets. Daphne strolled her suitcase down outside of the apartment with Clara beside her, carrying her hefty handbag. She settled her baggage under the shade of the oak tree in the front yard by the sidewalk as her friend handed her cr

The remaining amount, I'd probably save up. Hopefully, they wouldn't recognize my handwriting. Before they could come back, I positioned the envelope under the door to make it look like it had been slid under the it by the mailman. I was just in time, for no sooner had I positioned it, than the door swung open. I staggered back to avoid getting hit in the face with a door. "Good evening, Autumn!" Parker seemed to be in an inexplicably good mood and didn't even question why I was standing right behind the door. He was going to be in an even better mood soon.

The sun is out in full force today, making the fifty-degree air comfortable. I’m having fun, and while I’m working it doesn’t feel like it. I really care about Edward and seeing him light up and have fun makes me happy. We get our cider and take it outside, enjoying what could very likely be one of the last warm days this fall. Tommy’s loading the pumpkins into the back of the SUV when Maggie’s mobile rings.