Archivist note: This post is from an older recovered archive.
==Initial Post==
((Posted by Maggie Lynwood on May 18, 2010))
Maggie carried an awkward bundle tight against her chest, hurrying through the streets of New Babbage and slowing only as she approached her destination.
“Evening, Miss Lynwood,” The guard said with a smile and a wink, pointing his rifle casually at her bundle “Just the usual in there, I hope.”
She clutched the bag tighter to her chest, then forced herself to relax, reached into the sack and produced a small bottle of ale, “Brought yer fav’rit, duckie. Hopen it won’t get ye in no trouble now, eh?”
He accepted it with a laugh, “Go on in, I expect he’s still asleep.”
Maggie eyed the lengthening shadows, “Ay, I ‘spect thas true.”
She passed into the room and took a seat on the little bench, eyeing the sleeping occupant of the cell for a moment. Then, tucking her bundle beneath her feet and extracting a rough-spun ball of blue wool and wooden needles, she began to knit a few more stitches into an elaborately knotted sweater, humming a song near forgotten and waiting for the sleeper to wake.
==Comments==
*Comment by Mr. W—— on May 18, 2010 at 4:08pm
Curiouser and Curiouser…
*Comment by Mr. Tenk on May 18, 2010 at 9:35pm
wakes up and watches Maggie make her sweater
I had a blue sweater once…
*Comment by Maggie Lynwood on May 19, 2010 at 12:27am
sets her knitting aside and hands Mr. Tenk his supper then picks her needles up again Did ye now? Helps me think when me hands are busy, and I liked the color…
*Comment by Mr. Tenk on May 19, 2010 at 4:14pm
I hope your blue sweater brings you better luck than mine did.
*Comment by Maggie Lynwood on May 19, 2010 at 4:47pm
Sweaters aren’t for luck, Mr. Tenk, they’re for keeping safe what needs kept safe in rough weather. Protection, if you will.
