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Not much to say here. This story was started by Olwen, the second non-Strandie to join the writings list. It definitely needs contributions. If you have any, mail me at helenaplaid@yahoo.com. Anyone can contribute!!
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Flickering sunlight in her eyes woke Jasmin
unwillingly from a dream. Shutting her eyes
tighter, she rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, but to
no avail. Giving up, she opened
her eyes to see light green fabric billowing a few inches from
her nose. Jasmin's reactions
were always slow before her coffee in the morning, so she had
to stop and think if this was
what she would normally see. No, she was pretty sure she
should be seeing either her computer
across the room or her cat perched on a pillow next to her.
Warily, she rolled over and looked
around.
She was in a tent. A square tent of pale
green material, completely devoid of either computers
or cats. It wasn't very big, but there was room enough for
her bed, composed of blankets and
rugs, and several bundles and small boxes against the other wall.
At the head of her bed there was
a pile of folded clothing, a pair of boots, a leather satchel
(the sort that hangs on a
saddle), and a candle-lantern. The tent wall at the foot
of her bed had a flap that was
fluttering in the breeze, the sunlight that had woken her streaming
through.
Jasmin sat up swiftly, shock awakening her
far more swiftly than columbian roast could have.
Nothing here was familiar. Last night she had gone to bed
in her apartment, after working on
some accounts brought home from work, and playing with Piglet,
her siamese.
~~~Olwen
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