Submissions by HalfbreedMagpie

The Young One sat and listened to the Pretty One.
She envisioned the story, re-told many times before.
The Young One can tell the story, but it is not yet her time.
They sat at the high plateau and waited.
"How much Longer ? ", she asked.
The Pretty One did not answer, the Young One knew the answer.
They had cut and collected fennel stalks at the beach for the last few hours,
Nina told the tale out loud and Missy told the tale in silence.
Neither looked at the other, their gaze was uphill - to the sky.
Missy would ask of the first time Nina heard...