Selectively Juggling

Clara delicately tucked her windswept flaxen hair behind her ears. Stray strands had escaped the long, thick braid. She was beautiful, warmed cheeks aglow from the warmth of the arctic midsummer sunshine. The physical strain of collecting an abundance of wild medicinal flowers and herbs from down by the riverbank also gave a warm glow to her soft, round cheeks. The summer solstice was soon approaching, and there was much work to be done. Many in the surrounding villages relied solely on her healing hands to aid them with their many ailments. The bright sun illuminated her crystal blue-green eyes, highlighting their golden flecks. She was busy getting ready for a special visit. A unique visitor that would indeed challenge her healing prowess and her stomach for the grotesque.

She sat down for a moment; the soft, cool grass provided a reprieve from the midday sun. Clara thought to herself, “I need to get some more flaxengold”