September 22 I open the cover and inhale the scent of new crisp pages.September 22 in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I touch the door, my fingers tracing the carved lines in the solid wood. The chin, the nose, the hairline. His only known portrait.
"What did he really look like?" I wonder to myself. A shadow portrait can only divulge so much information, after all.
Pages slide passed one another.
Wind lightly salted by the Atlantic brushes against my face as I look around the town of New London, Connecticut. Breathing in the air, my nose crinkles at nearby farms or was it that farmer? mixed with fresh leatherworks and a smithy around the corner, intertwined with an open produce market. I relax as fumes of warm bread reaches me from someone's oven through an open window.
I turn and walk away in search of a certain building. It should be red, I think, small but with two stories. Before long