Soulless
Wading past mirror. Wading past self.
Crows filling trees. Crows drinking lakewater. Drinking looking drinking.
Pathway nearing trees. Pathway twisting narrowing.
Cup for drinking.
When we were to be wed I would sleep with him. My lovely nephew. I mean that our coupling, at a certain moment, would wed us. A private ceremony? Certainly. No one watching but ourselves. Not a legal wedding, why should it be? After all we were Ilks, all of us.
Indeed Julia Bean had been with that guy, the exterminator. That was known all about, could not be erased.
Julia Bean thought much of him. What was his name? It was Bill Flower, and he was sexy and worked, when he could, killing, or evicting, bugs, and smoked a…