EVE of a new year

a model for Pleasurements

On the eve of a new year was the day many of us stopped off ourselves away from the shuffle to doing nothing but be alone within ourselves. A lot were terrified of being alone. She was no exception. She lay upon the mattress of a small metal bed thinking about what the next year, 1934, would bring. It was a long wait for the answer, and even longer waiting to believe what she already knew: Hitler would rise to power, and many in her family would be killed by him. 

Her mother, and her mother before in her other lifetime were spiritual people who could read the winds, and gaze into people's eyes, their souls to see the fabric of their being: good, or evil, and all that lay between. It had been hard in the middle of the last century to be like this, but Hitler who'd just left her room, she could see was going to be worse. "What could I do?" she wondered aloud in an empty room.

The question is still in an empty room. - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 12.31.12