A return to something old, in time for the season to just finish. It's been a long time since the shop was opened... or maybe it had never closed and was waiting for the next customer to find it. Who can say for sure? Obviously, Evalia can - but she's not telling.

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I was inspired to write a quick flash of writing this afternoon, and then the whole of this tumbled out unbidden. It's rough, it's barely edited, but I'm leaving it up. An experiment writing in a second-person narrative, an experiment seeing Evalia from outside her head, and a long time since I just let myself "take the plunge". I hope it's worth your time reading it.