081413 #worm #roach She rises gracefully, turns, and walks back up the winding planks. She walks her own true walk for the first time since she was a small child. She is amazed at how it doesn't hurt. Her back unknots. Her hips widen. Her heart opens. She hugs the weight of her own bosom. Flower, fawn, amaranthine breeze, and sultry step--the beautiful arches of her small, new feet carry her back up the hill and, musing on what's yet to come, back home. Tomorrow she starts her new job at that cafe. An unusual place. Kind of a freak palace, to be sure, but comfortable. She sleeps.