flax-golden tales: the metal horses
the metal horses Please do not feed the metal horses. No apples or grass. No nuts or bolts or bits of string. They grow overly fond of people who feed them. They will follow
the metal horses Please do not feed the metal horses. No apples or grass. No nuts or bolts or bits of string. They grow overly fond of people who feed them. They will follow
where the sidewalk doesn’t end Would you walk me home? Now, while there is still light? Before the afternoon turns to dusk? The light is fading quickly, so I’ll need an answer soon. Would
angel meditation Please do not disturb the angels in the garden. You will find them sitting in the quiet corners. Contemplating. Listening to the world as it grows. Most weekdays from late morning to
november pumpkins It is a sad thing to be a pumpkin after Hallowe’en. No more light inside. No more chasing away evil spirits. No more revelry. Only the crunch of leaves in fading light
wishing There isn’t any water left in the well. There was, once, a long time ago. There was probably a bucket, too, but now there is only a rope. Wells do go dry sometimes.
doll parts A limb goes first. The joint will come loose, or the threads will weaken and snap. Arms and legs are easily lost. Torsos are fragile things. Once the limbs are gone the