Thursday, July 30, 2009
Harold left flowers at the top of the old artesian well in the kitchen garden. he remembered it as a wealth of life and colour when he was a child, and the girl that tended the flowers and showed him the myriad fish that came to her call. That was when Frederick was still a young man. By the time Harold took over the manor the deforestation on the other side of the Chalk had left the well dry and he'd never seen the girl again.
"She was a naiad," said Jasfoup, placing a white rose next to Harold's bunch of hand-picked herbaceous flowers. "Her name was Melusia."
Image: The Erotic Naiad