The Glory Box -- ExcerptExcerpt from
The Glory Box: In Sorrow and In Joy
May 29, 1889
Dust swirled lazily across the empty street. Elizabeth Barrett coughed lightly into her mother's powder blue handkerchief and shuffled her pointy-toed boots as she made her way down Main Street, headed for Roark Park to enjoy the afternoon with her friend, Harrison Tyler. A good majority of her friends had already left town, their fathers giving up on the dwindling mining operation and eagerly seeking permanent employment elsewhere. The Tylers, however, had remained behind, for which Elizabeth was indescribably grateful, because their son was her best friend in this small, lonely mining village.
Elizabeth crossed the intersection of Cave Street, not even bothering to look both ways before she navigated across. On any normal Wednesday in Marmaros, the streets would be quite bare, but now that her home was becoming a bit of a ghost town, the streets were eerily empty, with not even the sign of a pet cat or dog sniffing
No e-mails yet.
Well, I suppose the editor could still be sleeping. But she said she'd get back to me.
On to my next story then, I suppose.
Hmmm... My coffee smells divine at this hour of the morning. I wonder where it's from.
Ah, the bag says Columbia. I wonder what Columbia is like in the morning.
My best friend, Google. Oh, here we go.
Very interesting. I bet there's a video for that. Off to YouTube!
Hahaha! That was great! Never thought a human being could be so flexible!
Flexible humans. Now there's a good story idea.
Bring up Wikipedia.
Gymnast. No, wait, not a gymnast; too cliché. How about a tried and true human contortionist? In a circus!
Circuses. I bet they're just as noisy and smelly as they are portrayed in movies. Back to YouTube; wonder if anyone has a home video from a circus.
Lah-dee-dah-dee-dah... Not finding any-
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Oh my god. Someone's at the door! What time is it? One o'clock. Damn, must be th