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Timmy and Billy crouched near the hole in the old tree. “It was a Leprechaun.” “Naw, squirrel.” “Leprechaun!” “Squirrel!” Suddenly, a tiny winged man appeared, tapping his foot and yelling “I am NOT a Leprechaun!” Timmy and Billy turned to each other nodding wisely, “Squirrel!”
The wolf stood staring at the cottage. Lavender had lived there alone since her grandmother’s disappearance. The wolf appeared each evening like it was checking on her. Finally, Lavender went out to the wolf. She met the sapphire blue eyes, “Grandmother?” she whispered.
We walk the trail with spirits, the deer, my love and I. We wind along the mountain and reach the summit’s height. I hold my offering toward the sky and breathing deep with joy, I sigh. For the joy of never knowing why. We walk with nature’s spirits the deer, my love and I.
Solanj stood outside the asylum, staring. She felt the tingling along her spine, a forewarning of approaching danger. No sound. With one smooth move, Solanj whirled, kicked out and swept the assassin’s feet from under him. With a flourish, she brandished her butterfly knife and held it at the assassin’s throat.
“Wait” cried the assassin. “You can’t kill me. That was a church, this is sacred ground.” Seeing the contemptuous look she gave him, he shuddered. “Don’t you believe in God?”
Solanj pressed the knife deeper. “In there lies my twin, trapped within her own mind by the ravages perpetrated upon us both. For years I prayed, I bargained, I sacrificed but no God listened.” Solanj shook her head slightly “Oh, I believe in God all right, and I hate the bastard.” With a single motion, she slit the assassin’s throat, cleaned and re-sheathed her blade as she walked inside.
The empty frame sat on it’s shelf as always. No personal photo, no award, just an empty frame. A reminder of the emptiness of her life, of her soul. No past, no future, no anger, no joy. No emotion at all. It had all been stripped from her long ago.
Solanj stared out the window. Night had fallen at last. The Eiffel tower lit up above the city. Some said it was beautiful. Others used more eloquent metaphors. Solanj didn’t know, didn’t care either. It was a signal post, that was all. A certain light in a certain room, flashing at a certain rhythm, was all she cared about. She needed an assignment. There had been too much leisure time lately. Too much time to think. She needed focus and action. Solanj fidgeted with the deadly spikes wound intricately into her hair. The signal flashed, time to work. Solanj smiled.