Black Rabbit - Part elevenNearly a month had passed and not many visits were made really.More Like This
It was early December now and Shiloh had been at the library daily. Going there in the early morning and leaving in the late evening; studying had become a crucial thing for him ever since his auntie had come home for November and left a few days before now. She's always been so stern and concrete when it came to the boy's schooling and education. It took about fifteen minutes to get at least halfway home from the now closed library, which was cozy and an old white building, at least in daylight. Now, it would have looked more like a ghost house.
Shiloh said goodbye to the librarian before he left, his caution sign messenger bag shouldered and his mittens pulled over his dainty little fingers as he began walking home, hesitantly. It was soon too dark for him to see the ground anymore, and he could feel little droplets of water sprinkling down onto him. But he didn't take too much heed to it, just water.
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