George had escaped to the woods. His bike became him. And his head stopped gnawing at his stomach and he let the bike take over and he saw the lake and the morning sunshine and rubbed his face with relief. I am here. I am here. He sat down and decided to pray and promised the world this morning that he would only be himself and his edges could soak up whatever he met and he could turn all colours and shapes. Orange feet and lilac hands. A large bird landed beside this glowing creature and smiled. It had been a long journey afterall. The amber around the boy’s throat began to spin,beckoning to the past and bringing also a gift from the present, a gift George wanted more than anything. Soul food. He needed to soak his face and bathe in orange amber. He wanted Demeter’s hands in his hair and her mouth and the miracle of her.
