Under New Management

Lily sing me a song of a lass that is gone “Bastien!” she calls, almost breathlessly. “Bastien! Did you see? Did you - ?” within the safehaven of the Spark Bird’s light, Lily races to the Church, having been unable to find her host in the crowd. The sign stops her. She looks at it like it’s in a foreign language, like she can’t comprehend the simple words. It’s not that she cares what the Church is - it’s that this is her home for the time being and how - how can her house be under New Management? And while she knows it’s stupid to continue yelling his name, she does so anyway, because she doesn’t know what else to yell. And this is most definitely a yelling type of situation. “Bastien! What do you mean Under New -” she fumes loudly, entering the Church’s door dramatically, only to find another young woman and an old man in there. The place looks - different. Much more like the churches she’s seen at home. Been in. Revolted against. There’s an immediate recoil in her, though her body actually leans forward to try and look into the back room, where her meagre belongings are. And then, like the fired-up redhead that she is, Lily demands of the two of them (just in case one of them knew something), “What the fuck is going on?” merry of soul, she sailed on a day over the sea to Skye

Phoebe