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Rae bolted in the direction from which the scream had come. As she ran, she berated herself for leaving the other women alone. What if they were actually in trouble this time? The scream sounded again, this time accompanied by an airy, chirping whistle. Rae doubled her pace. She burst into the clearing just as Finlay appeared from the opposite side.
Things were strikingly clear, even in the half-second Rae had to examine them. The women were at the edge of the clearing, huddled together, their fearful eyes staring at a single point. This time their fear was well founded. A dragon stalked into view. Its silver hide glittered in the sunlight as it slowly turned its head from side to side, taking in the two new creatures that had just appeared before him. After a moment, the head turned towards Finlay. It didn't give a second glance towards Rae. I
The Answering Machine
I was finally relaxing after a long day of babysitting at the O'Neal's house. It was 9:00 pm, the kids were in bed, and I was reading. The phone rang. I didn't pick it up, I never answer when I'm babysitting. Answering machines are a great thing, so much easier than taking a message. This time I would live to regret my like for that gizmo.
"I know where you are," a voice rasped, "and I'll be there in twenty minutes." The line went dead.
That was more than a little disconcerting to me. I ran around the house and locked all the doors, taking extra time to jam a bar into the handles of the cellar storm doors since they didn't have a lock. After running upstairs to check the kids, I came back down and picked up the cordless phone to call the police. It started to ring right there in my hand. I dropped it, scooting back, afraid of who might be calling. The answering machine clicked on; I scooted farther away. It was Mr. O'Neal.
"Hi, we're going to stay out a little later than ori
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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