#edgewoodstarter

Dominic wandered through the stalls of the German style outdoor market, admiring all of the crafts. It was impressive the skill that it took to make these things, and while he wasn’t exactly crafty he did enjoy having something technical to do with his hands. He’d already done the bulk of his Christmas shopping, but now he was looking for something unique to get his mother, or whatever caught his eye as perfect for one of his partners or sisters. He chuckled at the thought of his mother having to disrupt her perfect decor for whatever little trinket he got her. At the next stall someone was examining an interesting piece. Dominic came closer for a good look. “Wow, I was also looking for something like that. And it looks really well made.” He directed the second comment to the vendor with a smile.

Willow was barely a person when she didn’t get her morning coffee, and as luck would have it her coffee maker at her apartment decided to break.  So she decided to go to The Roast before she started work.  After getting the perfect balance of sugar and cream in her coffee, Willow turned around quickly.  She did not realize she was about to run into someone, but she pulled away at the last minute - dropping coffee all over her shoes.  “Shit that was my last decent pair.”  Willow said defeatedly.  “You didn’t get hit by it, did you?”

“Look, I didn’t say I was giving up drinking,” Bridgette said, “I said I was giving up drinking alone.” She did kind of try to give up drinking period since going out and partying and drinking usually lead to using more Pixie Dust, but it just wasn’t working out for her all the time. She got through almost two weeks before getting back to it again. She took a sip of the bottle that she’d snagged from...well, she didn’t remember where exactly. “I don’t know...maybe I’ll try it again when the new year rolls around, you know? You got any New Year’s Resolutions that you plan on breaking about three weeks into the new year?”

Ronan 📲 OPEN

As Charlotte made her way down the streets of downtown Edgewood, something suddenly felt distinctly wrong. Something was missing. Charlotte stopped in place and edged just out of the way of the other pedestrians. 

“I’m just saying that rainbow sprinkles are the superior sprinkles, that’s all.” Maggie said, holding her hands up. “I’m not saying that other sprinkles are bad or anything like that. But the rainbow ones are classic. Iconic.”

Caterina roamed the streets with a recorder in hand, looking for people to interview. When she saw someone leisurely strolling, she grinned and approached them. “Excuse me, I’m doing a piece about Pride here in Edgewood and I thought it would be nice to get some community feedback. I can keep your interview anonymous if you’d like, but I was wondering if I could ask you some questions?”

When she’d mentioned to Kelsey the kids could go ice skating, she hadn’t realized just how long a 90-minute time slot was. She had spent the afternoon shepherding four children through the markets, running with the girls through the Winter Garden lights while the teenagers-- she still shuddered at that word-- trailed behind them at a distance she was sure helped them feel independent. But now the kids and their friends were on the ice, and she Karen was left staring down the long end of an hour and a half, wishing the drink she was nursing to keep her warm was something stronger than hot chocolate. But she couldn’t leave them, so she sighed and rested her elbows against the ice rink walls and took another sip from her cup.