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The sweep of her wings, the arch of her neck, the delicate bend of her leg — every curve, line, and motion painted her with grace. She hadn’t seemed to notice Elliot, so he snapped his hanging jaw shut and waited in a shadow wishing his heart would stop pounding so fast.
Glad you could join us for the next enticing episode of Elliot’s Adventures. If you’re new here, you can catch up by returning to the beginning, and reading really fast…
The pent up worries he’d been nursing since diving into the tensions of Bog and Fen rinsed off with the scent of motion sickness. Elliot’s solitude absorbed the peace of the Lilian Pond while the muffled music of the larger public bath beyond the bushes infused his thoughts with joy.
As unpredictable as it had become, his life was full. Life isn’t scary, he thought, it’s an adventure. I’m not weak unless I give up.
Counting the obstacles he’d overcome, even when he’d needed help, he smiled. He had strength. He had friends. He had love.
He had company.
To be continued. . .
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Maroon, green, yellow — they stood like soldiers in the grass, waiting so long for a command that never came, they had taken root. Now they thrummed with their thirst for blood, each with its own voice in its own low tone, waiting with the patience of the earth itself. The smell of honey and decay thickened the air.
Elliot’s throat shriveled to a dusty sponge. “I should have asked Marcel for water before I left.”
As he passed the first of the blooms, it shivered with a sloshing sound. “Water. They have water inside. Of course,” he told himself, “they catch the rain. If I can tip one over, I should be able to pour it out.”
At the mouth of the shortest, Elliot stopped dead. “Maybe not.” He swallowed dry air and hurried on.
To be continued. . .
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