Semi-Daily Scribbles

Willa shrugs off the chill that settles over her twisted body. She sits at the table and arranges pieces of cloth to form the patterns she sees in her sleep. Willa dreams of sailing ships and wooden troughs brimming with brackish water. The sea parts and reveals fields of pale purple and emerald green. Willa pulls up an undulating stalk of a flower she has never seen. The creamy pink head has eyes and ears and a heart-shaped mouth. Mini feet kick and tiny fists jab and Willa knows it is The Calling. Fate waits for her somewhere far away and wild. She works with a purpose to complete her story that she will wear as a mantle of humility.