Dance Trance-like To The Drumless Beat

(my own, random)

“You know what the sun looks like?” Kaye asked.  There was only a little more than a slice of red where the sea met the sky. 

“No, what?” Janet said, holding the lipgloss out to Kaye. 

“Like he slit his wrists in a bathtub and the blood is all over the water.”

“That’s gross, Kaye.”

“And the moon is just watching.  She’s just watching him die.  She must have driven him to it.”

-taken from Tithe: A Modern Faerie Tale, by Holly Black, 2004

"Live On Coffee & Flowers"

Do flowers have spirits? (I mean, why not? They were at one time a living, growing, energy producing/consuming entity.) If, so, and my theory is correct, then I have the ghosts of a dozen roses trapped in my apartment.  Random thought...