Sublime

Phantom Orchids

She would turn into smoke, rise up into the sky, and mix with the clouds. Then she would come down to the earth again as rain, and nurture some nameless patch of grass with no story to tell.

Her public reputation, like Demeter’s daughter, crawls back up from the underworld.

pragmatist.

I am superterrestrial, he thought, and passed untouched through crowds on Aldleigh High Street with the waters of his body drawn up by the moon with the tides.