FLOAT: Let Your Spirit Float By B.A. Sarvey

Word: FLOAT
Word Count 500

Let Your Spirit Float
By B.A. Sarvey
The sun grasped for purchase in the sullen sky, waking Luna. She roused the others. Subdued conversation conveyed trepidation, elation, wonder. Yesterday’s shock lingered, but Luna resolved to find an answer.
At mid-day, approaching Guff’s adopted home, Luna worried, “What if Meme cannot help us?”
“She will,” Guff assured her, leading the way to Meme’s dwelling.
Meme looked up from her mending. “Son! Give your old Meme a hug.” She rose as he came forward, put her arms around him.
Guff coughed. “I didn’t realize how much,” he faltered, “how much I missed you.”
“Go on,” she chided. “And all growed up in a moon-span.” Releasing Guff, she turned to Luna and Howard. “Welcome back. Humble thanks for turning the invaders.”
“I recognize you!” exclaimed Luna. “You shared biscuits and cider, the first day I camped here. I thought I was well hidden, but Guff says you spotted me?”
“Food first. I’ve been expecting you. Again.” Meme dished up hearty brown bread and fish chowder thick with potatoes, carrots, and celery. For the moths, a saucer of honey-water. “I see things,” Meme began. “Well, you know that. My third eye sees what others overlook. Delves into what will be. The trail betwixt reveals the why.” Meme sighed. “I have known of you longer than you have been on this earth. Not all the particulars, mind you. But enough. I can teach you the way.”
“Right now, I just want to find the way to my family.” Luna related her tale of abandonment and vanishings.
Meme nodded sagely. “Your village is right where you left it. Truth, happiness, kin—all there.”
“But I…everyone saw nothing where my people should have been.”
“It was your feeling of abandonment making them invisible, creating a reason for being left behind. It hurt less that way.”
“But what of everyone else? Why didn’t Guff, Howard, the moths, see it?”
“You transmitted an image of a village vanished. They believed you. Yes, even before the moths entered the clearing.”
“How do I bring them back?”
“See with your third eye. Let your spirit float in that half-dream/half-awake moment. Recapture what is yours.” Meme’s ample hug enveloped Luna. “Go find your people,” she murmured. “Then come back to me. I will teach you your purpose.”
“I quiet myself,” said Luna. “I see what needs doing. Is that my third eye?”
“Partly. Much learning remains.”

Dusk and fingers of fog were settling over the area where Luna’s village should be. She drew her cloak tightly about her small frame. Howard and Guff reached out to her. “No. I must do this alone,” she whispered. Closing her eyes, she centered her thoughts on her parents, pictured them laughing with a silver-haired girl. Her spirit, elated, floated past the trees. 
“Luna,” Guff interrupted. “I hear laughter.”
Leaving her dream-state, Luna clapped, then sprinted forward. “Mother! Papa! I missed you.”
“What a dreamer,” her mother said. “You got lost, didn’t you?”
Luna nodded. “And found my destiny. Meet my new friends.”

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