"...Miss Bathory's runnin' for mayor?" Huh. I turn my head 'round to look at him as I head forward. Feels like I'm snatching up bits and pieces of a newspaper. "She give up the 'Boy, or she still runnin' that too?"
Hell of a time gettin' to where I think I'm going. There's this clearing and it seems like there shouldn't be, but that's not the important thing. Important thing is the tree in the middle, great old twisted thing bare of leaves and all dark brown. Don't think it's dead, though.
Take out the candle and let the glass jar it's inside fall to the grass. An' then I'm just looking at it for a second. It's a cheap little tea light, but I think it'll count. I remember showing someone this, but I can't remember who. Waterkey told me I could, but I don't think it was him. Mab, maybe?
Put it in my mouth and something catches and the light slams out, pouring from eyes and mouth, bouncing off the inside of the orange rind. Hazy smoke all knitting up into something solid, canvas and straw, thread and pumpkin.
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Date: 2009-06-17 06:44 pm (UTC)Hell of a time gettin' to where I think I'm going. There's this clearing and it seems like there shouldn't be, but that's not the important thing. Important thing is the tree in the middle, great old twisted thing bare of leaves and all dark brown. Don't think it's dead, though.
Take out the candle and let the glass jar it's inside fall to the grass. An' then I'm just looking at it for a second. It's a cheap little tea light, but I think it'll count. I remember showing someone this, but I can't remember who. Waterkey told me I could, but I don't think it was him. Mab, maybe?
Put it in my mouth and something catches and the light slams out, pouring from eyes and mouth, bouncing off the inside of the orange rind. Hazy smoke all knitting up into something solid, canvas and straw, thread and pumpkin.
That's way better.