Literature
Pressed Leaves: Chapter 2
Chapter 2: Petals
Summer rolled forward in waves of heat, blurring the long days in the sleepy town together. At breakfast, Mary had even forgotten if it was a Tuesday or Wednesday–but Basil knew the answer, delightfully informing her that it was indeed the middle of the week. He’d been counting down the days ever since the week before, and now that Wednesday had finally arrived, he was as chipper as a songbird.
Whistling all the way to the library’s second floor, he set up shop at his regular desk, though tried to arrange his books a little more neatly. The doctor usually arrived around noon, which gave Basil several hou