MELITA
Between the tiger and the water, Melita waited for the interaction to subside into something disastrous – but then Sohalia seemed to have command of the thing, so the Honeybee narrowed her eyes and watched as the feline disappeared. Sila and Fangorn seemed to breathe their own sighs of relief, and then all that was left was her final attempt.“Right, okay,” and she squared her shoulders, gaze settled back onto the rock. She’d already had the lightning…confetti, and water blast again, so perhaps things were taking a turn for the more power and persuasion end of things.
Or not – but something she favored – as an arc of rubber ducks drifted downward onto the stony slate. By the dozens; some light and pink, others small and distinctly shaped as heralds or caricatures, or massive, clearly incapable of fitting into any bathtub. “Well, that’s that,” Melita snorted – used to the ridiculousness. “Thanks for helping out. And feel free to take any of those home,” she gestured to the toys. Might as well have a souvenir out of the silliness.
[FIN]
This is a gift, it comes with a price
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
Who is the lamb and who is the knife?
Midas is king and he holds me so tight
And turns me to gold in the sunlight
