She Collects Glass.

Posted on January 1st, 2009 by Arabella Truth

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She collects glass bottles because she always wanted to find a letter in one and pull it from the sea. Her tears create tidal waves vast and wide as the ocean. Seventeen years ago she stumbled across an ancient teaching from the imagined past on the “law of attraction.” It seemed to say that possessing the bottles would magnetize the possessor of the letters, whoever and wherever she might be. She pasted two copies of the old law like a creed upon her frosted glass bedroom door: one outside, one inside.

Not a single day passed where she not caress the glass, running her fingers along the necks that were cool to her touch. Sometimes she even allowed her tongue to dance across them. They were hers. And that was more than she could say for most things in this world.

No one knew her as the Bottle-holder because she dared not speak of it. Her name was Sephedrie. She spent her days filing papers and answering telephones in a lawyer’s office. The anonymity of the receptionist job veiled the secrets she carried. No one asked about her personal life; that was how she preferred it and how they demanded it.

To be continued . . .

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