Lucy Petra

There was an idea she had once, she scribbled it on a bit of scrap paper and let it float away with the others. Every now and then it would bob its way to the surface. Little glimpses, worth deciphering. She had an urge to put it in action but it flipped and dipped back down. She almost remembered what it could be.

Another time she had no idea. She picked up the something she was standing on, and greeted it to something she wasn’t. Chuckled. It became itself.

Itself  summoned  the lost  and they became