Otter Creek Why should you believe in magic,

@Viorel! hope this is alright :-D

She can see the eagle as it shifts its head on some gyroscopic axis as it roasts. She lets loose a bark that has it leap off of the branch and into the sky. Roosts.

The girl thinks that she has never walked so much in her life. Every time her feet make contact with the floor, an obscure nerve in her heel is singed with pain. The discomfort passes, becoming dull and distant. Then it returns. Agh!

Her face, pitted and bland, clenches like a fist in frustration. She is ragged, starving, a sight. She belongs on a brochure. An advertisement. Cue the sad paino. Piano.