*Rapunzel*
Horace takes my arm to lead me into the George and Dragon, but I stop him. "Just look at that," I breathe, pointing to the roof.
The sun sets, and its rays spread like copper wires from the horizon, painting the shingles a dark mulberry.
"No sign of rain," Horace remarks.
I try again. "See how the sun turns the roof that beautiful color and the swallows swoop through the light as if…"
"As if what?" he asks.
"Well, as if they were listening to Mozart. As if the rays were staves of music. It would have to be Mozart because of the way they swoop up and down…" I tighten my grip on his arm. "There! Did you see that one? He's dancing."
I look up. Horace smiles down at me rather than looking at the swallows. His eyes are dark and hungry. "You're right," he says, clearly not mea
