Between Thursday

                                                                                                                CHAPTER FOUR     F loating further and further from the town of Friday, we began to sail along the breeze, over fields and the occasional small pond, ringed with shrubs and cat tails.  “You’re very good at flying this.”  I commented  “What a skill to have.  If I had a hot air balloon, I think no one would ever see me again, I’d be out flying every day!” “Yes, I do enjoy it. It’s all about raising the balloon up and down to catch the proper breezes to maneuver us in the direction we wish to go.   Operating the well takes up a lot of my time though as it’s ...

                                                                                                                CHAPTER THREE     I headed down the dirt path, winding through the grove of colorful trees and out the other side where the path became stone and Friday Square spread out ahead of me.  I walked further into the square central where I knew the well to be and hopefully Dashing, the well operator. It did not take long before I reached the base of the well as it towered above me.  This well was not dug into the ground like most wells, but built up into the sky, which is why Dashing, the operator of this well was usually found walking on stilts. He explained all of this when I p...

                                                                                                                  CHAPTER TWO     I awoke rather late, choosing to sleep in before taking on the evening shift at Royal Curmudgeon’s Haberdashery, as I had exactly one year and one day ago. New Year’s Day had been on a Thursday last year and was a Wednesday this year.  I wanted to be sure to begin my journey on a Thursday to visit my friends as this was the only way I knew to get to them.  You see, the entrance was through an armoire in the back of the haberdashery and the exit was out onto the green grounds of Thursday. I wasn’t certain if I would be able to access Thursday from Wedn...

                                                                                        CHAPTER ONE “Congratulations Justa!  It looks wonderful.  I’ll be sure to come by to browse soon when I’m not so covered in children!”  Called Mrs. Overblessed as she passed by pulling several of her thirteen children behind her and breaking me out of my blatant admiration of my new store front sign.  'Justa Smidge of Fashion' it read.  I’d just had it installed above the window between ‘Mr. Curmudgeon’s Haberdashery’ and ‘Mr. Stitch’s Tailoring’ shop. Technically, my new store was inside Mr Stitch’s Tailoring, but he’d leased me half of his space to allow me a place to display all my recent creations.  Up until this past Christmas time, I’d been ...