She stood alone amongst the waves of a restless lake, her green hair, now dulled as it blew gently in the wind. It had all happened so fast and yet she continued to live each memory like a separate eternity.

            A greater force stirred the waves as a droplet of water splashed up through her wings; wings of magic that knew no true material or physical form but the pulsating colors of the rainbow.

            A trickle of blood still ran from the slit in her bottom lip, almost staining the pure white of her dress, but never quite reaching before it dried.

            She had so much to tell, and only the waves to speak to.

            “Some how I knew; some how I could see that this child was different. I could not understand why at the time but the years have made my vision clear, however even the eyes of a raptor can be blinded momentarily and once the veil was finally lifted; I knew that I was too late.”

Dex Baker, a businessman in a raincoat stands next to his Farrari looking through binoculars. A beautiful woman leans out.  She is Francesca Dubois, and she is studying a French/English dictionary.

DEX
In a minute, darlin’.

Francesca sees a squirrel cross the road, tosses some airline peanuts out, and holds a few more in her hand.  The squirrel picks up the nuts and advances toward her.

Through the binoculars Dex sees a landfill and a house. He pans the area and sees human-like statues made of out pipes, buckets, and gas cans.  One pair looks like a dancing couple, one is at attention giving a salute, another is a knight with a makeshift sword and shield.