neverending tales

Sunday, April 04, 2004
Waving her hands frantically in the air, Lydia tries to wade off the offending owl. She screams in that unintelligible language again. As she does so, glittering jewels appear out of thin air, startling the owl in turn.

Henry simply sits on the floor, mouth agape.

The sight of the owl, the woman with whom he has grown so familiar over the years, and yet suddenly seems so distant, coupled with the dream-like effort the flying jewels cast over the whole bedroom are too much for Henry to bear. His world goes dark.
terryo sat on the chair alone @ 1:44 AM

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