The Loct Is Butter Yellow

Erie has something she's supposed to do for some one else, someone she's made a deal with. Does she trust this person? She doesn't know anything. Erie opens what must be the wrong door. The lock turns toward orange, but remains decidedly red. I have no truth left to give. Eri stands in front of it and closes her eyes. There is no structure left to her memories. There are simply images floating through. Sy hill in the fall, hunger and impatience. A long, dark, low riding ship that clinks as it moves. A red dress with white and pink flowers bunched in her hand,. Long pale neck of a violinist, moving