The first thing she found herself craving was ice cream. It was weird but she couldn’t get enough, even at 3AM when she should have been sleeping. She had her excuses though and blamed the fact that she was going to have a summer baby.
In the mornings, he would sit in the tree and watch the village. At lunchtime he would come down, visit three houses for lunch then curl up somewhere warm and quiet for the afternoon. In the evenings, he strolled around till late then mewed at doors till someone let him in.
The Duchess sat by the lake, looking out over the sunset kissed water. She sighed deeply and wondered what she was going to do now. She had lost everything beside a trunk full of things and her pet swan. She could cope with that though. It was the betrayal of her husband and the kingdom she would never live down.
She studied her list and checked it twice. Who else did she need to buy Christmas presents for now? Circling the names, she went on the internet and searched for hours. However, she only manged to cross a few more people off. Shopping online had it’s draw backs too.
The nights were darker and the days seemed shorter. There was less color in the world and it was quieter too. As Mavis watched the midnight hour arrive from her bedroom window, she let go of the breath she had been holding. It was December at last.
As the crunch echoed in her ears, she felt like autumn had really arrived. The sweet, crisp taste of apple and hard toffee mixed on her tongue and filled her with a bliss that seemed unbeatable. She swallowed and had to hold back her moan of pleasure. This was almost as good as pumpkin pie or pumpkin spice latte. It was the essence of autumn wrapped up.
Already the shops were hinting at it with the little things like chocolate and biscuit tins, maybe a decoration or a gift set with themed packaging. They were just placed in between the growing Halloween items and autumn home decor. The subliminal messages of consumerism.
This was it, her chance to stock up on school supplies that had been put into clearance. A slight fear crept across her as she reached the pay here counter. Would anyone question her, an old lady, about why she need so many pens, notebooks and folders? Of course, not.
The shops were full of back to school stuff and bickering children. Everywhere he went he was reminded that autumn was coming soon. However, he wasn’t going back to school, he was just snapping up the good deals on stationary in preparation for writing his next novel.