<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Fishing on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/fishing/</link><description>Recent content in Fishing on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 27 Mar 2012 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/fishing/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Maid to Serve 3: Mermaids</title><link>/stories/2012/03/27/maid-to-serve-3-mermaids/</link><pubDate>Tue, 27 Mar 2012 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2012/03/27/maid-to-serve-3-mermaids/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;continued from &lt;a href="maidtoserve2.html"&gt;part two&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3: Mermaids&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It had been two or three days since Eleanor had woken alone on the narrow bed and in the room in the rafters of the house. She had no memory of how she had arrived there after falling into a state of exhausted torpor, drained by her ordeal within the vacbed. More worryingly she was genuinely unable to count the days that had passed since then, the monotony and isolation of her enforced duties as a housemaid occupying her physically and draining her mentally until the hours simply ran into one another and became lost to her memory.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>