sherlockian1900

Mystic     The twinkling of lights scattered across the open field cast a warm glow in the chill of the evening. Tents were clustered together, their red-and-white striped walls combining to look like a wall of peppermints. The cold air bit Tegan’s unprotected nose, and she shivered in her mittens and thick coat. Winter had come early in Vermont. That evening, it was already down to a frosty 38 degrees. Groups of people huddled in tight little knots trying to preserve heat while exploring the carnival. Screeches of delighted children could be heard over the airy carnival music.          Despite the joy from the revelers something da