Wednesday, March 19, 2008

spirits dancing

susannah came out of the farmhouse with a basket, intending to collect a few daffodils and perhaps branches from the blooming quince and azaleas down by the road. she dipped under the prayer flags waving in the breeze, and danced away over the grass. turning, she spied greenman, who had taken up residence near the pond, assumedly because sophie was said to be in residence. susannah knew that sophie would only appear by the light of the moon, and at dawn would go back down into the water, unless pancakes were being served at breakfast, in which case she might linger for a moment or two over coffee with the intellegentsia at the table. she liked discussing things with zoe - the two of them seemed to have an innate understanding of the world's more esoteric vibrations. susannah wondered how long it would take greenman to register the comings and goings of her friend, and sighed, wondering what unearthly dross would catapult next from the pen of the mermaid.

it was certain to be eye-opening and provocative, at the very least. susannah bent this way and that, snipping buttery-yellow blooms and adding them to the basket. when it was full, she carried it back up to the house and made a lovely arrangement for the kitchen table, being careful to wipe up the tiny spots of water before mrs. lytle could see them.

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