"My mother would never let the hearth die in her home," Margret said. She felt Agnes turn to look at her, but didn't meet her gaze. "She believed that as long as a light burned in the house, the Devil couldn't get in. Not even during the witching hour." Agnes was quiet. "What do you believe?" she asked eventually. Margret extended her hands towards the flames. "I think a fire is a useful thing to keep a body warm," she said. - Burial Rites by Hannah Kent Teaser Tuesday is hosted by MizB at Should Be Reading . For other contributions click here .
Very appropriate for this week!
ReplyDeleteNow, uh, I'm a-gonna say something and I don't want you to kill me, k?
You ready?
Someone directed me to this group on Flickr, called sixty-four colours. Every week they pull out a crayola crayon colour and you have to photograph this colour. This week is 'robin's egg blue' (your chalk made me think of it). I've been thinking of having a go - what do you think?
*hides*
I didn't think it looked like crayon, I meant that the COLOUR was robin's egg blue, lol.
ReplyDeleteI know you won't really kill me, but I imagine you can work up a pretty good 'quit with the projects' glare if you wanted to :D
PS - ILU2! Just in case you didn't get the homing pigeon I sent ;)
I knew what you meant but it's kind of hard to argue with logic like that ;) robin egg blue crayon is robin egg blue crayon.
ReplyDelete*thinks* next time I shall try how's that?
PS- or the telegraph :D