109. ‘And Precisely What Are You Doing Here?’
‘And Precisely What Are You Doing Here?’
I knew from the cold spike
that laced those words
it was Styx, her voice
full of controlled anger.
I turned to her and smiled,
a gesture I knew
would infuriate her.
‘I was listening to a story.’
A frown marred her face
as she looked at me, then past me.
Her words were measured as she asked,
‘And who was telling you this story?’
I turned to where she was looking
but my heart already knew.
The crone was gone
as though she had never
been there at all.
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