DAISY
The twelve-foot Buddha bowed his head prayer-like over the upright Steinway piano,
looming like a gentle guardian.
Daisy c****d her head to one side. “I thought God was supposed to watch over me,
not Buddha.”
From her hidden vantage point, she placed one bare foot onto the jungle path, holding
her breath as if that might lighten her footstep. One step closer, she could see
the Buddha was molded out of bluish concrete, not the flesh and blood she’d initially
imagined.
She let out her breath, but her relief was premature. With the release of breath,
she found herself standing on the edge of a steep precipice. Her eyes widened and
her vision zoomed back like a panoramic camera until the whole scene lay before her,
herself included.
“Weird. I’m, like, in the scene and above
