January 20th, 1890 mdash; Streets of Swallowbury
Yesterday marked the end of Maggie's first month of widowhood. The stressful transition was amplified by her impending financial struggles. There was school tuition and all the required supplies, not to mention the younger two would require purchases of their own. Maggie glanced back towards the house she just left. Perhaps there was some kind of work to be done around town.
The heavy black dress was a sharp contrast to the freshly fallen snow beneath her feet. Everything surrounding Edmund's death was inconvenient, down to the very season he perished in. Maggie could hardly blend in with these dark clothes. "Bloody bastard." She cursed under her breath, not noticing how close the lady passing her was.
The heavy black dress was a sharp contrast to the freshly fallen snow beneath her feet. Everything surrounding Edmund's death was inconvenient, down to the very season he perished in. Maggie could hardly blend in with these dark clothes. "Bloody bastard." She cursed under her breath, not noticing how close the lady passing her was.