rarefy

 Ellie sat on a park bench in the early afternoon after a long walk, something which had become common for her lately. An image of the two nightcalmen she had met two weeks ago now flitted through her mind. “I can’t stop thinking about those two. Of course, who could stop thinking about meeting strange people from another dimension?” she thought. Restlessly, Ellie got up and started walking again, thinking as she walked. “I really wonder where their wayfarer’s point was. But humans can’t see them obviously. Either that or they look like everyday objects. I could have walked passed it without knowing. I w

 It was a warm summer day in a small town in midwestern America. In a small book shop by the name of the Socrates Book Gallery, a young woman named Ellie Edgewood stood alone at a counter. Ellie was pale with green eyes and light blond hair which she wore in a braid. She was tallish and quite thin so that most clothes were loose on her: this had earned her the nickname Ellie the scarecrow as a child. She was currently staring off into the distance pondering life, not in a philosophical or scientific way. She was pondering her life and what she was doing with it and whether she would be stuck working at this book shop for the rest of said life