The Friday 56 is hosted by Freda’s Voice. The rules are simple – turn to page 56 in your current read (or 56% in your e-reader) and post a few non-spoilery sentences.
Days passed, Thursday morning sneaking up on me in the blink of an eye. It was the summer of everything and nothing. Sleepy starts and sleepy ends.
No one was in a hurry to do anything because we all knew these were the last few days of summer when the town belonged to us, the people who had been here all along.
But soon, the mornings began with the peppering of hammer falls all over the town as local businesses started getting ready for the tourists. HELP WANTED signs went up, gift shop windows filled with new displays, and flowers bloomed in the streets.
Even Busy’s did our part with newly painted trims and soaped and shined windows overlooking boxes of geraniums and lavender. A faint smell of paint lingered, so we’d put on our fans on to clear the air.