Rosewater Oasis I dream in oily fluorescent swirls

He had called, and yet, he seemed surprised that she came forth.

My shadow does not lie. For she was here in the flesh without fail.

Why do you call me? Tone hardened, gaze attentive. All work and no play, as it typically was with her. I was on the trail of a rarity... a unique bird, in which its skull could have been mine to gaze upon in solace. She seemed spiteful, really, to know that the pretty trinket would not be hers as soon as she hoped. But she could find it again. This, he would not know, for he would allow him to go on buying her faux tantrum in response to this loss.