Well, it's no thunderstorm but I suppose it'll do--until something better blows in. Ugh, a dreary day. What do you bet that I have no customers at the dive shop today.
6 May--French School, The Lady and the Unicorn. She reached out an inch at a time, her hand trembled as it stretched across the space between them. Was it real? Would her hand pass through it? Her fingertips touched solid horn. It was real. The creature stood still while she let her fingers roam over the incredible horn gleaming silvery white in the light. The unicorn was goat-sized rather than equine, its sturdy legs pawed the soft floor of the forest clearing and it tossed its head with the unbelievable horn to throw off her hand. She saw the gilded and jeweled collar on its neck and realized that she had seen similar collars on all the fantastic creatures she had seen on her walk. Sunlight glinted on her ring. Her engagement ring, it was make of the same gold and jewels as the animals' collars. Did her fiancee think of her in the same way he thought of these dumb animals, as his property?
Interesting idea, eh?
--Barbara
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