The Imperative

She half expected it already to have left, but there it lay, like the sphinx, in the mouth of the cave. Neither of the children had ventured up the mountain since the goat’s disappearance, a few weeks previous. It raised its head as she approached, extending its neck to look down on her, it’s head the length of her forearm. Tilting her chin she steadily met its gaze. Holding its breath, it lowered its snout onto her shoulder.
“I’m sorry it took me so long.” she said, stroking pewter scales.
I need to be Named. Its voice the color of smoke.


~ by ifindthisamusing on July 8, 2008.

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