June 13, 2013
Eeriesoil, New York
Camp Cute, Creepy and (quite conveniently) Remote welcomed the brightest of rays in black. Her name is Raven. No feathers or eyeball-pecking for afternoon tea. But I do not hold that against her, since she is a charming unkindness of one.
We met at a Guided Paroxysm lesson. I gave a mediocre performance, convulsing is tough affair when one has neither arms nor legs to flail about wildly.
Sweet Darn, an igorina from New York City, who happens to be my cottage mate, laughed hysterically and offered me what I suspect was someone else’s hand.
“On your feet, head case,” she said, extending a hand three shades paler than the rest of her arm.
I glared at her sharply.
Raven cursed Sweet Darn for me. Not with profanity, dear Raven is a lady. She just made her facial sutures bleed, in a stunning magical way, from moonrise to sunup.
While Sweet Darn’s cheekbones hemorrhaged into a delicate handkerchief, Raven spoke in my ear, “Madness is in the heart of the beholder.”
I believed her. Raven’s heart is as colossal as her eyes are enormous. She beholds aplenty. The sentiment pulled tears out of my red button eyes and a gentle sob out of my soul.
Mayhap touched by my unease, Raven added, “You’re just you, Drusilla. And that’s wonderful.”
I agree. I am wonderful. Yet, even after Sweet Darn explained that head case is just another word for lunatic, and everyone knows lunacy is brilliance dancing wildly with imagination, I cannot help remembering that Mama’s madness has two left feet. What if the bright apple did not dance far enough from the mad tree, Great-Grand-Papa?
Yours in blood and thought,
Drusilla Amarantha Tepes, the Only
P.S. Please tell Mama to stop sending me coffin bedding. No self-respecting woman would ever find rest in a box.
the wee notes…
– The 3rd letter: A Hauntingly Mad Tea Party.
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (Recycle a Saying, Poetry and Flash Fiction with Magaly): take a famous proverb, change some of its keywords, then use the altered version to write a new three-stanza poem or a short story… I recycled “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder” and “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree”.
– Since I posted today’s letter a lot later than the previous ones, I will leave it on the main page past midnight. Tomorrow’s letter won’t go live until 1pm.
– The 5th letter: Four Sutural Enhancements and a Velvet Cape.
“Raven”, by Lulu Lancaster