Tag: southern belles

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Artemis clamps her thighs around the magnolia branch and flicks another pebble at the window. It rattles against the screen. She whistles bob, bob, bobwhite and tosses another stone. The window scrapes against the frame as it’s opened. Persephone leans out, sunlight calling umber highlights out of her curls.

“Why? Ah have a perfectly good door. Plenty a people use it. Ah know it works jus fine. An yet, here Missy sits, chunkin rocks at mah window like she’s never heard a doorbells. Why??”

Artemis beams up at her cousin from among the white flowers and glossy leaves. “I like the tree.”

Persephone huffs, but the corners of her mouth curl upward. “Bless yer heart. Flowers today, or the river? Ah need to know which shoes to wear.”

“Flowers,” comes the firm reply. “Bergamot and sweet alyssum and all the pretty things you can find out by Mammaw’s. Comin’ down?”

“Ah’ll meet you,” Persephone leans back out, both hands flying through her hair to tame her curls into braids, “at the door.”

–new myths, yay modernity, everything is true