Once, not so very long ago, there was a crowded street in a crowded city where many people lived so close together that their houses were connected, there lived a little boy and a little girl. the boy was called jack, the girl rin. although rin was three years older, the two were always together: on school mornings jack would crawl through his rooftop window and use a screwdriver to open the latch on on the top window of the greenhouse where rin and her mother lived with the flowers.

This is my project for national novel writing month ( http://nanowrimo.org for details), which will be posted on su as a serial as i write it on my phone. it is a faerie tale as well as a love story, and you won't believe me, but i swear that every word is true.
one: which treats of a looking-glass, and the fragments