haven't finished the True North chapter quite yet, but at least my productive avoidance has led me to read 3 romance novels in 5 days, do all of my laundry and update my resume while I'm off for the week. I have worked on the chapter a bit but I'm still trying to figure out where to leave it off.
Girlpool—Before the World Was Big // memorial bench quoting Toni Morrison's Sula // @inanotherunivrse // Iain S. Thomas, I Wrote This For You // Zadie Smith, Swing Time // Fall Out Boy—The Kids Aren't Alright // Audrey Emmett // Mikko Harvey, "For M" // Mahmoud Darwish, Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (tr. Ibrahim Muhawi) // Langston Hughes, "Poem"
A friend posted this picture on Twitter and I couldn’t resist writing a little something. ❤️
They had to fly out to a San Diego for a conference.
“A thought,” Mulder said after William had been put to bed.
“What’s that?” Scully asked.
“What if we stretched the conference into a mini vacation? Your mom could fly out with William?”
“Yes,” she agreed with a smile.
Mulder’s conference ended sooner than hers, and he hurried back to the hotel to change and collect Maggie and William to go to the beach.
Scully had no thoughts of changing, only of seeing her boy enjoying the Pacific Ocean as she had done as a child when she met up with them.
Maggie took picture after picture of them, laughing as William squealed in delight and splashed in the waves, stood with his toes squishing into the wet sand, and toddled after the seagulls, all of them laughing when they took flight and he froze in surprise.
The last picture taken was of the back of them at the shore as Mulder held William in one arm and Scully’s hand with his other hand. Her blazer had long since been discarded and her pants were rolled up. The waves hit their feet and they smiled as they looked at one another.