SFR-badgeWell, nearly half way through NaNoWriMo! Writing progress is not going as well as I’d hoped, due to many real life tasks getting in the way. But I’m not stopping writing, even though I’m nowhere near my NaNo goal.

I’m enjoying these two characters too much. They’re so alike, yet so different. And I think they both have a lot to learn from each other. If they can stay alive… Right now, they’re in an abandoned city, but they’re not the only ones…

She finished up her pie, and dumped the dish in the sink, unwashed, then began to blow out the candles one by one. Kerit picked his plate up, and stared at it. Something in him rebelled at the thought of not washing the dishes. Why was that? It wasn’t like anyone lived here, or would use these dishes ever again.

Folly leaned against the door jam, arms crossed, watching him, a half amused smile twisting her face. “You’re feeling the urge to wash up, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” he admitted sheepishly. “Probably silly, right?”

She shrugged. “I had the same thing when I first started exploring. I even washed them a couple of times. But when you have to carry all your water with you, it seems a waste to use it to clean things that no one will ever see again.”

Her comment removed the last concerns he had about leaving the dirty dishes. “No point in wasting water,” he agreed.

He picked up the last lit candle, followed her to the door, and through into the living room, picking up the baseball bat that he’d left just outside the door. Folly eyed it, then him, but said nothing. Kerit put the candle down in the middle of the room, then crossed to the front window and pulled the lace curtain aside just a little. He stared out at the street, but all seemed quiet and still.

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