Semi-Daily Scribbles

Millicent was ready for intrigue and adventure to enter her life. If it were purely up to her, however, to get lost in a mystery, she feared she would just as soon disappear in the laundry. Millicent was not experienced in the art of getting started. She needed a spark to catch. Millicent's sphere of influence reached as far as her parents, a cousin in Kent, and the man behind the bakery counter. They were patient, understanding people who spoke in quiet voices, but they weren't very exciting. Millicent's mother thought thrill-seeking led to restlessness and ill-humor, neither of which were desirable traits in a young lady. There wasn't a lot of color to work with on Millicent's palette, and she dreamed of fire lighting up the taupe that filled her days. She wanted a combination tour guide and fairy godmother to take her by the hand, and lead her into an enchanted forest like the one in her favorite story. Sadly, there were no eager volunteers in Millicent's world. She realized she would have to play maiden, monster, and messiah if she was to reap any benefit from all her book learning.

Millicent decided on what needed to be done. After she finished the Monday morning errands, Millicent pocketed her father's lighter, tore the end from the family's bread, and headed for the dark arbores which fueled her imagination.