Ophelia drew back from Annie’s touch at first, then stopped herself. Smiling to herself, she took one of the wild flowers she’d been holding, offered it to the athletic teen.
There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance –
“Thank you.” Ophelia did not seem to acknowledge Annie’s response, as she handed her another flower.
And there is pansies, that’s for thoughts.
The Bird sensed Annie’s impatience, as she accepted the flowers with growing reluctance.
There’s fennel for you, and columbines.
“Come with me.” The Bird couldn’t tell whether Annie was pleading or demanding. Ophelia did not respond. “I can help you. I don’t care what’s happened, don’t care what he’s — done to you.” Definitely pleading now.
There’s a daisy. After handing the flower to Annie, Ophelia began walking backwards, along the edge of the pool.
“I can get you out of here.”
Ophelia looked down, walked onto the end of a log lying on the gravelly bank. The log’s other end was submerged in the black water. Ophelia took a step down the log’s length.
“You can’t — ”
Ophelia’s head shot around suddenly, her face bright with delight. She made eye contact with The Bird, before turning her attention to Annie.
Sweet ladies, good night.