The woman looked out the window at the female figure standing motionless in the field. “Who would be out there at this ungodly hour!” she thought. There were no crickets singing and no field mice rustling the grass. There was no moon. There was only the silent noise of darkness under the suffocating stars. The woman in the house shivered slightly . There was something about the way the figure stood, her head at a crooked angle, the unseeing glowing eyes, and arms pointing to the dark earth, like a puppet waiting to be animated. When she looked again she realized that the figure was wearing a bluetooth headset.
She watched as the puppet’s mouth opened slowly. There was no sound; just a gaping cave from where the four winds rushed out all at once, silently howling through the cathodes of radio frequencies into a living labyrinth of cartilage, cochlea and nerves. She was relieved that her cell phone didn’t ring. She would find out whose did in tomorrow’s obits.
Introverted, Neurotic, Freckled Peculiar (INFP personality)
time and other traveler,and photographer, I'm the hopeful storyteller, sometimes a virtual wanderer, a seeker of light and magic - and a finder of old bones, tomes and philosopher stones- Just your average everyday mad woman.
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Tales from the Spaewife’s Island at Basilique
Waifs Exhibit (and check out Lala Lightfoots’ studios as well.)