Amelie approached the cafe that she had neglected for days, and ordered her usual decaffeinated mug of coffee. The drink was soon ready, and she strolled over to a table near the glass that provided the orange vista of planet Drome. She sat with her back to the planet, becoming a silhouette that watched the antics of the various others in the cafe.
She watched as an exchange occurred; a battered woman for a Gallic credit chip. The young woman's soft, pained cries seemed to drown out what the men were saying, and the second man left with both the girl and a look of disappointment in tow.
A way a lone a last a loved a long the riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay,
brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.
