I went to town yesterday to get some supplies and check my mail box.
I’ve gotten more used to the townsfolk and since the last full moon more faces have become familiar – I get many nods, raised hands and even some smiles as I make my way through the aisles at the store or stand in line at the post office.
Since the full moon I can also tell who drinks the river, and not all the townsfolk do. There is something that warms in me when I make eye contact with someone who was at the ceremony… I’m not chilled by those that weren’t there… but, I’m not connected either.
The woman at the post office desk drinks, but the man who sorts packages in the back room doesn’t.
Bess drinks, but the bag boy doesn’t.
Paul drinks, but Tana and Kat don’t.
I’ve seen the sisters once more since the night we met – they were sitting on the steps of the town bar when I drove into town, chatting with the owner and bartender.
He seemed gently smitten with both of them, but indecisive in how to handle his infatuation.
They wore matching smiles that reminded me of a cat that has cornered a mouse. Predatory and lazy… like, they’ve already won the game.
I’m not sure how I feel about the sisters, but I had a dream last night that they lay at the edge of the river together, hands stretched towards the sky – their long locks braided together, gold intertwined with jet.
They are beautiful and attractive, but they do not make me feel safe.