Chapter Twenty One: Gael
While I had been observing Sophia’s development and transformation, I had not seen much of Gael, and when I finally did, she seemed particularly withdrawn and distracted. I knew this…
Musings and Tropical Fictions
While I had been observing Sophia’s development and transformation, I had not seen much of Gael, and when I finally did, she seemed particularly withdrawn and distracted. I knew this…
A week had passed, and I saw neither Gael nor Sophia. We were all busy, Sophia with her different projects, Gael with hers, as well as her personal issues. I…
And now we were deep into the night, and even the crickets seem to have gone to sleep. But sleep was not our concern here. There was still much more…
As the early evening had now undoubtedly passed into night, a hot and humid summer night in Virginia, the cicadas had stopped their nighttime song, and the crickets had replaced…
The early summer heat continued, and it was during this heat that I made the decision that it was time for Sophia to experience the fullness of the Underground. Although…
A few days later Gael came by. Carol was out that day, so she just entered without any announcement. We had some numbers to go over, but when she arrived…
It was now early June, and the summer heat was building, and the fact that it was so hot this early in the season meant that the entire summer would…
A little more than a week had passed since Sophia and I enjoyed our moment in the art mansion. The memory was still fresh in my mind, and as I…
One rainy morning I was sitting in my office, looking out the big window at the city landscape, the rain turning the normally clear scene into a mixture of blurs…
A week had passed since Sophia’s first encounter with the Underground. I was busy and had not had time to check up on her progress on the work I had…