Karen

fairytale

flying. puzzles, patterns, secrets

can't get enough Angela Carter. (oh, and in love with Jody Baxter since page seven of The Yearling; excerpt below.)

Weldon Family Reunion

Washington Phillips, Slim Gaillard

Sagittarius

I've wined and dined on Mulligan stew...

"He lay, absorbing the fine-dropped rain like a young
plant. When his face was damp at last
and his shirt was moist to the touch, he left his nest. He
stopped short. A deer had come to
the spring while he was sleeping. The fresh tracks came
down the east bank and stopped at
the water's edge. The were sharp and pointed, the tracks of
a doe. They sank deeply into the
sand, so that he knew the doe was an old one and a large.
Perhaps she was heavy with fawn.
She had come down and drunk deeply from the spring, not
seeing him where he slept. Then
she had scented him. there was a scuffled confusion in the
sand where she had wheeled in
fright. The tracks up the opposite bank had long harried
streaks behind them. Perhaps she had
not drunk, after all, before she scented him, and turned and
ran with that swift, sand throwing
flight. He hoped she was not now thirsty, wide eyed in the
scrub."