Juliet Troy

Hiding Places

The first leaf falling far related to the grave as a system of myriad rays including a quadrant of the moon to clear thousands with a retinue of no idea what the hell she was flappers of its bareness not twisted into designs as dancing easterly winds at this altitude generally carry the clouds sensible discerning never very sanguine save at hiding places she had dug throughout the house once locked herself in the pantry at particular times of year if certain lunar phases are visible the dark portion of the switchboard pulled out shiny black pegs through a hole in shell plating it did not matter when sparks on the measuring apparatus as sitting on an orange crate if harbour fog approaches and singing at first softly then louder at the top of her voice.