tales for dreamers: liquid wisdom

The witch will see you now.

She lives in the yacht, or so it’s believed, but she’s rarely there. And when she is, she never answers to visitors she doesn’t much care for.

But she will see you now.

She will answer any questions you may have. She will also answer the ones you’re too afraid to ask. Even the ones you should have asked but it never occurred to you to do so.

It’s alright. Fret not.

Her answers are fluid. Like underwater garble. 

They may mean something or they may mean nothing at all. They could mean anything you’d like them to. 

Her words may change your destiny. Or they may do nothing of the kind. 

They’d mostly make perfect sense when she utters them. But when you try to repeat or rephrase what she said, you’ll find yourself at a desperate loss for words.

She’s clever that way.

Giving you the truth in liquid form, so you may never quite grasp it.

You can only watch it pass you by.

Last week's image info: The werewolf from the department store three weeks ago turned up on the front porch of a lovely home down Belvenia Rd in south Burlington in last week's tale, 'a new place, a new life'!