March 16, 2015
Mrs. Newcastle hesitated at the end of the alleyway downtown. Though she was dressed in the usual: a tight, form-fitting vest and a provocative feathered cap, she sometimes experienced those moments when she didn't feel ready to make an appearance. The sound of hoof prints filled the street. Mrs. Trumball's children played tag around parked carriages as she spoke to the general store owner at the entrance. As Mary Newcastle approached, the children slowed. Mrs. Trumball and the storekeeper paused their conversation. Waiting for the vivacious woman's greeting and commentary. But today, Mary could only muster a smile, pensive.