estdeus_innobis | So fill to me the parting glass

Along the River and streams
Late Afternoon

I don't right know how, but I forgot about goin' down t' the river until this afternoon. First time I forgot anythin' 'bout work an' I'm not happy about it. Even if we've been busy with Mrs Henderson thinkin' she's a cat an' takin' off after a stray dog, people forgettin' where they live, everythin'. 'Guess I'm lucky if that's all I forgot, even if we don't know what caused it. I think maybe Hollow knows. Or Mab. But I don't. An' I ain't askin', so I guess that's it. 'Less it happens again.

There weren't nothin' 'round the river, least not where I looked, but I remembered somebody mentionin' a campsite east of the Carnival, so I shrug an' head off that way.

I stop short, eyes on the ground, when I realize 'm lookin' at a pile a dirt. Damn, I hope it ain't her skin or nothin'. I grab a stick and poke at it a little, bracin' for the worst an' hopin' t' find nothin'. The shiftin' brings out some grey an' black. 'M so uptight I stare at it fer a second b'fore realizin' what it is. Ashes. Firepit. Campsite, alright. I stand up slowly an' look around, wonderin' if there's anythin' else, and that's when I notice the jugs a liquor. I pick one up an' sniff it. It's strong an' I can't really read the label. Too much rain and shit lately. Maybe he got drunk an' did it. Or maybe he had t' drink after. I shake m' head an' look 'round some more. There's a branch hangin' from a tree that looks like it's been roughed up. I step closer an' run my fingers over the scars in the bark. My eyes close an' I try t' push out the picture of her skull sittin' there on her hair. Nothin' left.

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