RECAP: this is my Robin Hood retelling, set after the Industrial America crashes. I am posting it as an online serial, at
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ozark_hoodlumsTeaser:
Riley was used to having hunters cut across their land, so when a boy with a sun-burnt nose and frizzed-out curly hair came squirming out of the bush, a pistol held out in front of him, she was going to ask what he was after, groundhogs? She hesitated because of the expression on his face. Then he walked toward her, barrel extended in her direction, and the humor of it died.
“Look, you need to come with me,” he said.
She stood up slowly.
“What?”
“Get up, and walk toward the pond.”
“Please,” she said, panicking. “I don’t even know you. What do you want?”
“Listen, I need you to just come with me. I’m in trouble, I need safe-passage. No one’s going to hurt me if I have you, and I have to get out of here. I’m not going to touch you.”
This was ridiculous—not “touching” someone had to include not pointing guns at their head. She went, though. What else could she do?
He looked scared himself.
Read On...Housekeeping 401
Dear Mom,
The boys are working on their latest stop-motion Lego film in the living room. Arguing, of course, about who will or will not die.
"Oh, Elijah, no," Ben says. "That's *too* graphic."
Whoa. They have two camera angles going now...
I think I've been in the kitchen long enough to discover some habits:
Behold, the right hand side of the stove. There weren't even that many pots by the sink...
ETA:
This is one half of Mirkwood. The two plys are now done, ready to be put together...
