Light Moves, a short story

Marsha was dreaming and in her dream she was a girl again and begin cheated out of all the money in her piggybank. Cheated, not robbed for in place of the multitude of nickels, the polished quarters, the flood of dimes, were pennies, dirty pennies, raining down upon her, falling through the belly of a spotted sky.

Outer Flower, 28

My heart pounded when I heard the cackle of fire, like a dry twig lit. Then another and another until it was the sound of a thousand trees clapping, freed from ice. From somewhere, I heard a laugh.