A spool of thread attended a stray button

A spool of thread, attended by a stray button, awaited the mending at hand.

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The afternoon warmed unexpectedly— unseasonably

ink drawing of a scarf by E Daggar

Day sixteen: The afternoon warmed unexpectedly— unseasonably. He’d removed his accustomed scarf on account of the change; left it coiled like a tie or a snake on the picnic table in the dooryard. There, it warmed in the sun.

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A coconut pirate

Day fourteen: A coconut pirate was among the nautical tchotchkes and geegaws decorating the cozy kitchen.

A small rack of antlers

rack of deer antlers (ink drawing)

Day eight of Inktober

A small rack of antlers hangs on one of the walls. There is a small metal tag affixed, but nothing is inscribed there. A mystery.

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A lantern in the dark

Ink drawing of a lantern

With day seven’s drawing, I extend a warm and heartfelt thanks once again to WordPress Discover for sharing my opening post from this #Inktober, and to new followers here! Welcome!

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An anchor lay rusting among rocks and ferns

Anchor (ink drawing)

An anchor lay rusting among the rocks and ferns. The story continues, but releases very few of its secrets.

I originally saw this near the saltbox house somewhere; maybe round back or on the far side of the porch. Maybe at the end of the narrow dirt and gravel driveway approaching from the main road.

It also looks as though it may be on a bluff overlooking the sea. Time will tell…

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A single light burned late into the night in the little saltbox house

a house in a copse of trees (ink drawing)

And so the story continues. Have I deferred the mystery, or deepened it? Who lives in this little house in a copse of winter trees? Why is there no fire burning within, when someone is clearly still awake upstairs? Stay tuned as the story continues to unfold.

(Some progress images after the jump)

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