Half-forgotten things, suddenly remembered. Like a candle once blown, rekindled with a flame, Autumn could feel a familiar warmth spreading through her body - first a little tingling of the toes, then a steady, rising heat from the calves, thighs, waist and up, up, up. When it reached her shoulders, she lost herself, like so many times before.
When she came to, she was alone. She could see spatter on the walls, broken furniture. Hadn't she been outside, before? Yes, she probably had. Looking down, Autumn could see nothing, but she knew they were there, swirling like a mist on her skin. She smiled a bloody-lipped smile.
Tuesday, 24 February 2015
Sunday, 8 February 2015
Here's my current progress with Asiria. There's still a little left of page 8, but I'm going to stitch the next column as a whole, which goes a bit to page 9, so took a photo now. The dragon's left wing and a bit of its horns and mane are visible - the bottom two right-hand corner squares were a real pain to stitch, since they had loads of colours. Towards the end it was difficult the get the needle through all the floss on the backside. But finished it today, finally. My first progress photo for this year, hopefully I'll have some more stitching time from now on and can post new ones soon.