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The Discovery of Agatha, pt 2From that day on, Emma was a regular at Serenity. At first she felt bad for never buying anything, but after a month Mr. Fogarty told her that her company- in the life of a couple whose children were too busy even to talk on the phone- was worth far more than money. And then he gave her a part-time job.
Emma never paid much attention to Agatha. Sure, she had to change her clothes every now and again. The craftsmanship put into the automaton was beautiful, even under years of dirt and tarnish. But those brief moments Emma spent with the clockwork girl were just that.
Christmas arrived the way it always did: suddenly. James, Kyle, Windy, and Emma had been living together for six months by then. So on top of the holiday season, they decided to host a party to celebrate that they hadn't killed each other or the baby or set anything on fire yet.
Perhaps it was writing "congratulations on not [insert tragedy here]" on the balloons that they let loose in the flat that jinxed them. All four ki
The Discovery of Agatha, pt 1When they're upset- when they're mad or scared or just sick of everything else- everybody has someplace they run to. James, for example, could always be found at Tolkien's, the gaming tavern around the corner. Kyle ended up in the French bakery down at the market. Windy would be someplace where there was somebody to look after her son, Alex, while she freaked out; usually her aunt's place over the European food store on Pike St.
Emma, however, was hard to pin down. Of the four, she was the most even-tempered and patient. She was the mom. But when Emma did need to get away, she wandered. To her getting lost wasn't dangerous; it was romantic. She would walk, or get on the bus, and just vanish. When Emma finally felt like talking, somebody would get a phone call from her asking to be picked up from whatever bizarre location she'd ended up in this time.
That's why her flatmates were so glad when she discovered Serenity, the steampunk curiosity shop in Post Alley. Even though Emma ha
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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