Winter Storm
Jan. 23rd, 2016 11:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
very_sharpeThomas stands at the window, watching the snow falling. It's falling fast and a considerable bit has accumulated already. The television in the background announces that more is expected, and he can only think of Edith. It sounds as though the city will shut down, for the most part. What if she needs something? Automobiles couldn't make it through this mess, and with her crutches, going anywhere on foot simply isn't an option. Fretting enough, he turns from the window and begins to bundle up in warmth clothes, topping off with a scarf, his coat, and a wool hat. He turns off the television and puts on his gloves and new boots, then heads out.
No one has cleared the snow at the front of the building, so he has to shove the door open with some force to actually make it out. The wind is not so terrible yet, but the air is far from still. He has learned much of the city now, and Edith had been kind of enough to offer her address. He keeps it in his coat pocket, checking the paper though he memorized it not long after she gave it. He sets out, careful to keep to the sidewalks though they are no more easily passable than the roads. Along the way he stops at a small grocery he finds open. Perhaps she doesn't need anything, but he picks up tea, some good cocoa, and a fresh half dozen scones.
From there it's a cold trudge to the Bramford Building, but his determination and lingering concern keeps him going. Thomas has no idea how long it actually takes him to get there, but is grateful for his experience with the bitter Cumberland winters.
Thankfully he is able to get into the building when he arrives, and he heads to Edith's floor to her door. Perhaps he should have called ahead, he realizes, a bit embarrassed that he'd just set out without thinking it through even that far. Well, he is here now. So he knocks.
No one has cleared the snow at the front of the building, so he has to shove the door open with some force to actually make it out. The wind is not so terrible yet, but the air is far from still. He has learned much of the city now, and Edith had been kind of enough to offer her address. He keeps it in his coat pocket, checking the paper though he memorized it not long after she gave it. He sets out, careful to keep to the sidewalks though they are no more easily passable than the roads. Along the way he stops at a small grocery he finds open. Perhaps she doesn't need anything, but he picks up tea, some good cocoa, and a fresh half dozen scones.
From there it's a cold trudge to the Bramford Building, but his determination and lingering concern keeps him going. Thomas has no idea how long it actually takes him to get there, but is grateful for his experience with the bitter Cumberland winters.
Thankfully he is able to get into the building when he arrives, and he heads to Edith's floor to her door. Perhaps he should have called ahead, he realizes, a bit embarrassed that he'd just set out without thinking it through even that far. Well, he is here now. So he knocks.
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Date: 2016-02-28 05:40 am (UTC)