Coconut Grove the black earth

erzulie trilled a laugh, reaching across to nip playfully toward the bulb of one ear. "dey manage to be mannerly an' feral at de same time," she remarked, dancing backward.
a bow then; an invitation for the ageing wives to course the moorlands as if their youth had been restored. in a flash, erzulie whirling in the light, cinnamon limbs churned for a flight, a race.