The blue sky hosts an armada of clouds puffy and billowed like the mark of a pleasant drunk. Her eyes survey the distance. Her smile is softer than a rock. Laughing, she slowly burns the house, a toy for her little Barbie doll. A candle is lit in the window.
Shadows move on the floor.
The General Electric washer is on spin cycle and she alone waits for the moment to pass. Then like a bolt of lightning from a thunderstorm, nothing happens. Nothing changes except change itself. The beating of the heart and the smell of lavender fill the room with an almost empty feeling of a cage with no one in it. The cavity is filled with novocaine and the dentist is done.