Laughter
within the coach; odd; laughter.
Clutching
her cloak about her tightly Elaine retreated within by
Haggerty and tossed the case to the seat across
ignoring Haggerty's feeble hand after and
Haggerty forgot it, too. It was never really
serious, but the drive home was in
night, in cold silence after sleet now the
moon burned in hard veins of ice-skinned trees and
no driver to be found, no driver for the last coach, "Until
this frightful harridan appeared, Haggerty, like a goblin, like a witch,
out of the box, as if she'd grown there, but witches
don't grow, Haggerty, they're made," Elaine
laughed. She felt sure and certain, proud and
potent, waxing, gibbous, like a bowsprit sure
and certain to wend the night, fend, and deliver Haggerty
unscathed in hopes unwrinkled
to her doorstep.
laughed. "You must see her, Haggerty, when
you descend, just a quick glance up will show
you such a face and such a form never
seen by you before even you,
Haggerty, bold, unsquinting
physician of the saurian eye, you have never
ever seen a driver such
as we have pulled tonight. Aged crone, wrapped
in sacking sodden, bony, all of knuckes, nose,
and earlobes, toothless maybe, hair like string,
but nimble, nimble with the reins."
"What
night is this," Haggerty drily mused, "when
banshees manage coaches and the moon makes
rock candy?"
Elaine
laughed tossing back her head and hugged Haggerty
tightly under 1 arm.
Reins running lightly in nimble hands Esme(e) above, before, forced the hooves to beat with her heart and saved them on the stones and saved the tree from gash saved from gore, saved them all that night.