*blink*
Great Aunt Mabel is sitting at a small lace covered table under an immense thick leaved tree. Her skin is darker than I remember her once living body bearing in contrast to the pure white dress trimmed in lace that brushes against the top of her white house shoes. Her hand holds a white fan lazily in her lap as I approach and kneel in greeting.
*blink*
I hold the small weathered bible in my hands as I kneel in the darkened place. As I hold it mere inches over the ground, I know I will be vulnerable and exposed to any spirit that passes by. The armor of the angel over me glints in the invisible light that emanates from the form in the armor. Ker wings spread to comfort me and threaten everything else.
*blink*
“You were told to take it back. To take it all back. You must unite with what you left behind. You must pass through [the flames].”
*blink*
“You thought you would get another recipe book? Another list of wishery? You are dead to me until you quicken yourself. What must die today so you may live tomorrow?”
*blink*
The map is not the territory.
*static*