Second week of September already! We had hot weather last week and it looks like we’re in for rain this week. Our Tuesday Tales prompt today is SILLY. I’m continuing with Listen to the Stones.
How quickly things change, and this time, the change had been for the better. In the two weeks since Marina had learned of her uncle’s bequest, preparations had moved at lightning speed. In less than a month, she would be on a plane bound for England, and from there she would travel to Inverness and then to the Isle of Lewis.
She used tape to seal the bubble wrap in which she’d enclosed the last of her mother’s dishes. There had only been two place settings of the Wedgewood china, but she and her mother had used them for meals at Christmas, New Year’s, Easter, and birthdays. Now that she’d made up her mind to go home, the only thing left to do was to pack up her apartment. Originally, she’d struggled with the decision to ship all of her worldly good or to leave them here in storage. Her friend Lenore had offered to keep the stuff in her basement, assuring her that once her year was up, she would be only too happy to return to Harrisville.
“Don’t be silly! Of course you’ll come back. Think of it, Marina. You’ll be an heiress. You can open your own restaurant.”
But Marina didn’t want to impose. Besides, as much as Lenore was certain she’d get homesick and return, she wasn’t quite so sure. Lately, her dreams had been filled with images of heather growing wild all over, no doubt because of what her mother had once said, as well as white and black-faced sheep, and huge Scottish Highland cattle. She’d been reading about the Isle of Lewis and Harris, the two islands connected, and she’d learned everything she could about Harris tweed.
It was true that the weather wouldn’t be what she was used to. Harrisville was located near Leamington in southwestern Ontario where the climate was mild enough to grow peaches and other fruit. At one time, tobacco had been the main crop, but over the years that had changed to tomatoes and other vegetables.
While there wouldn’t be snow on Lewis, it wouldn’t ever get truly hot either. It would be like fall weather year round with one exception. She would finally get to see both the Aurora Borealis and the midnight sun. How cool would that be?
That’s it. Stay safe, and don’t forget to check out the other Tuesday Tales.
Living the Dream 
Where do characters live, before writers summon them into existence , Aslan style ?
So real, with such strong personalities, yes, imagination has no bounds.
Historical romance ? I remember our English teacher pointing out that Wuthering Heights
qualifies. I prefer fictional main characters, walk-on roles for real people.
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There used to be a radio program that began with the question, What evil lurks in the hearts of men? Maybe they should ask, What weird, wild, and wonderful characters lurk in the minds of authors?
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Her enthusiastic anticipation is contagious! Imagine– fall weather all year long, the northern lights, and the midnight sun.
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I love her friend’s response about her homesickness. I feel for her. I can’t impose like that either. I can’t wait to read about her journey!
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She would finally get to see both the Aurora Borealis and the midnight sun — That would be so much fun! Is it possible to be jealous of a fictional character??? Asking for a friend.
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lol
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