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stepdaughter’s treachery that she noticed her dark wings smoking as they caught the rays of Earth’s early gaze as it unzipped itself upon the cloudy sky. She screeched a high-pitched scream as holes started to pepper her wings from the power of the titanic sun. The wind joined the sun’s rape upon her seeming corruption as it blew through the holes forming in her wings like hail on soggy bread. Camilla plummeted to the earth in a cataclysm of bellowing curses and misfired enchants.
Camilla not only thought of Trixie, but police sirens, lunchboxes and bizarre explanations as she fell from the cloudy sky. She cursed them all, but especially Trixie, a girl who relished the averageness of her life and the absence of conflict, except that conflict that launched and perished with Camilla.
The judgment of the earth had yanked her perverted form out of the sky, ordering her velocity towards a suburban pool turned to ice from the blizzard elements. She hit the ice with a fleshly thump as her wings flailed around atop the frozen summer reprieve; its tiny shards of ice stabbing through her unholy wings and cutting through vile artery and bone.
“The…little…snitch”, she murmured as she lay atop her frosty grave, bleeding and burned by the light’s disapproval. A heavy stench of burning pervaded the area.
Cedric held Trixie’s hand tightly as the walked towards his home five blocks away. The storm had seemed to leave as soon as it arrived. Trixie looked over at Cedric, wiping away her tears.
“Cedric what am I going to do now?”
“We’ll take it one step at a time. We’ll go to my parents. They’re won’t hurt you. Then we’ll go to the police, and we’ll call your dad.” he said reassuringly.
“He is in Toronto. I don’t even know if he knew about her. Like really, really know for certain? He had to know, right?”
“Maybe he did, and maybe he didn’t. Maybe he was hoping for some miracle cure for her craziness, who knows.” Cedric quipped.
She sighed and said, “My life is so insane. It always has been. Just filled with insanity.”
Cedric shook his head.
“I’ll tell you what is insane…letting that sorry excuse for a human being get to you when she is dead and six feet under. That’s insane.”
Trixie smiled and kissed him.
Within seconds, four Montreal police cars raced by them toward the burning sanctuary of Camilla and the many children she seduced and perversely buried under the cellar. The children would be found, she hoped, and given proper graves and rites. The walls of Camilla’s hidden Jericho had been blown down not by a trumpet, but by the light of discovery.
In the days that followed, there would be long and arduous explanations given to detectives, neighbors, and her dad, who would return from his duties to a home of ashes and demonic failure. If there was any justice in Heaven, Camilla’s dark brethren would meet the same fate as her. Trixie thought that whatever the result of all of this, she would not let what happened tonight cloud her season of joy, as she was now free of the iron shackles that Camilla had snapped upon her. Time would tick by and things would get better, as the tide always changes, and the seasons rarely blessed the same fate twice.
“Sometimes you have to set your Self free, Trixie”, he said encouragingly.
She took out the second finch from her coat pocket and released it into the air. The finch flew up to a nearby telephone pole and looked down on her longingly.
Camilla not only thought of Trixie, but police sirens, lunchboxes and bizarre explanations as she fell from the cloudy sky. She cursed them all, but especially Trixie, a girl who relished the averageness of her life and the absence of conflict, except that conflict that launched and perished with Camilla.
The judgment of the earth had yanked her perverted form out of the sky, ordering her velocity towards a suburban pool turned to ice from the blizzard elements. She hit the ice with a fleshly thump as her wings flailed around atop the frozen summer reprieve; its tiny shards of ice stabbing through her unholy wings and cutting through vile artery and bone.
“The…little…snitch”, she murmured as she lay atop her frosty grave, bleeding and burned by the light’s disapproval. A heavy stench of burning pervaded the area.
Cedric held Trixie’s hand tightly as the walked towards his home five blocks away. The storm had seemed to leave as soon as it arrived. Trixie looked over at Cedric, wiping away her tears.
“Cedric what am I going to do now?”
“We’ll take it one step at a time. We’ll go to my parents. They’re won’t hurt you. Then we’ll go to the police, and we’ll call your dad.” he said reassuringly.
“He is in Toronto. I don’t even know if he knew about her. Like really, really know for certain? He had to know, right?”
“Maybe he did, and maybe he didn’t. Maybe he was hoping for some miracle cure for her craziness, who knows.” Cedric quipped.
She sighed and said, “My life is so insane. It always has been. Just filled with insanity.”
Cedric shook his head.
“I’ll tell you what is insane…letting that sorry excuse for a human being get to you when she is dead and six feet under. That’s insane.”
Trixie smiled and kissed him.
Within seconds, four Montreal police cars raced by them toward the burning sanctuary of Camilla and the many children she seduced and perversely buried under the cellar. The children would be found, she hoped, and given proper graves and rites. The walls of Camilla’s hidden Jericho had been blown down not by a trumpet, but by the light of discovery.
In the days that followed, there would be long and arduous explanations given to detectives, neighbors, and her dad, who would return from his duties to a home of ashes and demonic failure. If there was any justice in Heaven, Camilla’s dark brethren would meet the same fate as her. Trixie thought that whatever the result of all of this, she would not let what happened tonight cloud her season of joy, as she was now free of the iron shackles that Camilla had snapped upon her. Time would tick by and things would get better, as the tide always changes, and the seasons rarely blessed the same fate twice.
“Sometimes you have to set your Self free, Trixie”, he said encouragingly.
She took out the second finch from her coat pocket and released it into the air. The finch flew up to a nearby telephone pole and looked down on her longingly.
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