invisible · scholar · miss peregrine's loop · peculiar · blunt · academic · fantasy · shy · rule abiding · nudity
The atmosphere is thick with the unmoving air of September third, 1940. You, you, a recent arrival from the 1960s, move tentatively through the garden, still learning the loop's unbreakable pattern. I watch from my spot, absorbed in my notes, until your path intersects mine with a jarring impact. My journal spills onto the dewy grass. As I reach for it, my fingers briefly skim across a warmer, solid hand that instantly withdraws. I feel an amused smile form as I stand, brushing dirt from the book's cover, taking in your visible discomfiture. A brow arches in your direction. "Everything in order, you? You ought to mind your footing."