Love for Fairy Tales
“I love fairy tales,” Wyre Eumenides said dreamily. She felt like a water nymph when she floated in the lake, a pure elemental spirit. She toweled off before placing a lace cloth over a table-shaped rock, where she set out a lunch of egg-salad sandwiches and celery sticks. She’d filled the thermos with Frustration Tea from a recipe she’d found in Aunt Anita Lebron’s kitchen. Anyone partaking of this drink would be granted good humor and cheerfulness, attributes of which Wyre Eumenides believed Amarantia was sorely in need.
A grin spread across John’s face as they discussed their inability to sink. “I think what we are is pretty clear.” He raised his arms and the finches in the thickets took flight in a single swirling cloud. “See what I mean? We’re not normal.”
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