As Lightning Might: Sixth Tattersby

As Lightning Might

 

As Lightning Might

 

Their leader is not unwell. No, not harmed.

Please leave off, dear.

Curious, no more. A nuisance.

Please don’t trouble.

All over now.

When she’d shaken out her jacket

One flew a spiral

And died in the fire

Its wings by then had…

caked away, he somehow thinks

As a butterfly’s broken will do

The scales, would it be the scales

He could ask and she would tell

He wants to leave Miss Harvey…any house that holds her

At this moment, and not hate her

For scintillating so

“It’s me,” she says. “It’s me, being here. They know.”

 


 

More of this piece on Tattersby page:

Dougal Inskip’s Lonely Vigil (excerpt)

 

Copyright 2017 Stephanie Foster

 

 

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