Last one for this week, not sure if I'll continue or not next week, but we'll see! (I totally mess up the tenses in this aaah...)
Lakewater
© M. Harley 2011
The Twin Cottages lie ahead, bathed in sunlight, wall-ivy swinging gently in the light breeze. Two wide, low-built houses, with thatched roofs and merry little windows peeping out at the world, they had always had a bustle of folk around them for the road that divided the two, running north to south, was well travelled indeed, and Lem often came home to find a peddler or farmhand or errand boy enjoying a mug of cool cider in his dining room. Lem had lived in the eastern Cottage all his life, and Anna in the western, and Elaine seemed herself to drift between the two, incessant on her quest to hound Lem, and whether or not that was true he nevertheless felt he was more harangued than anyone had the right to be. She was an aunt or a cook or a neighbour who had attached herself to the houses long before Lem was born, and she currently stood in the doorway of the western cottage with her hands on her hips, hair in wild disarray and a scowl directed toward the approaching Lem that would have turned crows white.
"Good luck." Anna says, throwing Lem a grin over her shoulder as she walks off across the road toward the eastern Cottage. Lem sighs, and begins the arduous journey toward what he presumes will be a no doubt thorough ear-boxing.
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