Pink Lady_Eve Makes Her Mind Up_Season's End_[Un]Knowing Autumn
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Pink Lady
It is always so oxymoronic in autumn. Leaves on trees bright green and their brothers and sisters fiery orange, scattered on the cold wet floors.I love autumn; the weather is not too cold and the outfits are so cute and comfy.There isn’t much to do in our little town. I live in a small town just outside London. I live with my parents and my sisters. I love them all dearly but sometimes I just need to get away.My favourite thing to do is go apple picking. It is great at this time of year. They are at their ripest. The bright greens and golden yellows of the apples hung lowly on the trees ready...
Eve Makes Her Mind Up
The show was called Make Your Mind Up. Nobody to do with it really liked that name. It sounded too much like a vexed parent losing patience with a dithering child in a sweet shop. But Both Sides Now probably infringed copyright law, and Fact or Fiction made it sound as if it was a book programme. In fact, Eve Williams would have much preferred to work on a book programme, but she still knew she was lucky to get the job. Okay, and the producer being a member of the same cricket club as her Great Uncle Theodor probably helped, but not officially, of course.There were plenty of shows that were ...
Season's End
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. It didn't really strike me, until that moment, that I hadn't left the house in six months. I'd gone inside in spring, I was coming out in autumn.It was as gorgeous a fall season as I'd seen. A perfect explosion of yellow, orange and red, highlighted by the sinking sun. The crisp breeze riffled my hair and spun fallen leaves around my feet. In the park across the street, kids were running and playing, enjoying the cool weather before winter fell. It made me almost physically ill.She had always loved autumn. I'd always loved the spring. Tha...
[Un]Knowing Autumn
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. Standing on the rickety front porch of Reiner Hall, I could already see the top of the blaze from across the road, and down the open field in the center of campus. The annual Fall Fire Fest at Linfeld School was a tradition no one knew the true origin of. I like to imagine it was a wholesome gathering of students who enjowww.onedoor.ccyed kicking off the season by coming together to enjoy a big bonfire together and catch up on each other’s summer happenings. If I close my eyes I can almost see the young men dressed in their slacks, high-end polos and f...