Welcome to a tour of my blogs written for the A-Z challenge.
Today is April 12th and the Kooky letter K
Kathryn is the heroine in Nineteen Hundred (see G is for Gideon)
Her hair wheat coloured, eyes blueberry blue with hint of violet.
While Kathryn drank the last of her breakfast tea on Sunday morning, she debated how to spend the rest of the day. Last week at this time she had been anticipating the celebratory dinner. What a difference seven days made. Her brow wrinkled as she realized that she hadn’t seen hide nor hair of Mr. Thomas during this time either, except for occasionally passing him at the door when she came home or went out. She heaved a huge sigh. I never had to wonder what to do with myself at home.
She allowed herself to wallow in her homesickness. Sundays after church, the family gathered, either at her parents’ house or an aunt’s or at a cousin’s, to enjoy Sunday dinner. Everyone pitched in and brought a vegetable or a dessert. They would catch up with the latest gossip and relax. She smiled simply thinking about home. All helped clean up, even the youngest nieces and nephews. By the time they got home, and did whatever chores still needed doing, it would almost be time for bed and to start the whole week over. Sundays were always a good way to begin the week. I haven’t even found a local church to attend yet. I’ll have to make inquiries. It would ease the loneliness, I’m sure.
Intending to return to her room, she rose and moved toward the staircase. As she was about to climb the first step, she heard a sound, and looked up to find Mr. Thomas on the landing preparing to come downstairs.
What’s the strangest topic you’ve researched for a story?
In this one I originally had her order cantaloupe as an appetizer in a restaurant. Since the scene took place in January a friend advised that in those days fresh fruits would not have been available. I’m not saying this is a strange topic but only one piece of information that had to be correct for the time period.
Knowingly looking forward to your K posts