In this seep, as the lily among the thorns, sprouting in this moist crack was proof that purity could stand alone among the slithering dangers in the land of Cholla and Prickly Pear…. She’d been lazy today, tired of looking at flowers, so barehanded up the sheer breccia tower she’d climbed, just for the fun of it. She had been too tired to wonder why it was there, growing out of rock, though it had been her job to wonder why. Seemingly the same updraft that carried his implorations up to her deflected hers to him, as if the Seraphim had come to bat them away. Her work was done, and he must have known Susan would not pass this way again. Her loins a-quiver, muscles taut for the kill, eyes fixed on the prey, she pou-… Done!” she bellowed, jabbing her fist upward in a power salute. “I guess we really aren’t supposed to leave this good earth” she pondered.
