Delilah’s Song #3

ALL HER LIFE DELILAH HAD BEEN taught to expect the unexpected; it didn’t mean she was always prepared for it when it came from unusual places, as it did now. Her eyes opened wide, as if in need of sucking in every last available drop of fading sunlight. She was caught staring as something more than a little beguiling, the painted moth caught by the dancing flame. A blush-pink bottom carefully picked its way through the thicket to her right, but it was the swath of back that held her attention. Or, more to the point, what she saw gracing the soft curves of Sera’s back. A face turned toward her, smiled then frowned. “What?” Sera stood quite still clutching the treasures she’d begun…