sibylline
[sib-uh-leen, -lahyn, -lin]
1.
of, resembling, or characteristic of a sibyl; prophetic; oracular.
2.
mysterious; cryptic.
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Something hit Chris in the back of the head. She looked around and saw nothing. Then she looked at the floor. There was a paper airplane with a slightly
dented tip lying there. She looked
around. The window was open, but there
was a screen covering it. The door was
closed, and she had not heard it open.
How the airplane had gotten in her room was a complete mystery.
Chris
picked the paper up. It was thick and
heavy, as far as paper airplanes went.
It had a slightly rough texture and a slight yellow tint to it. Chris did the obvious thing and tossed it
gently. It arced through the air and
landed. It did not fly very far, thanks
to its weight and dented tip, but it mostly behaved like any other paper
airplane.
Chris
retrieved the thing and did the next most obvious thing. She unfolded the paper to see if anything was
written on it. There was indeed ink on
the paper. The paper had circles and
letters on it. The circles were of
varying sizes, and overlapped each other seemingly at random. Each circle had an ornately drawn letter written
in the middle of it. They did not spell
out anything, as far as Chris could tell, nor was there any discernible hidden
meaning to the placement of the letters and circles.
She
twisted the paper around to look at it at different angles. She folded the paper in different ways. She tried unfocusing her eyes. Nothing yielded any clue as to the nature of
the paper. It simply refused to give up
any secrets.
She
huffed and went to put the paper on her desk in the hopes that time would give
her some form of clarity. Suddenly, an
image flashed into her mind. The image
of a bird flying into the glass of her window.
It was brief, lasting only a split second. Chris froze.
She looked at the paper. Her thumb
had brushed one of the letters while she was placing it on her desk. Tentatively, she touched the letter
again. The image of the bird hitting the
window came again. She held her finger
on the letter and she saw the bird flutter around for a moment before taking
off in a different direction.
Chris
dropped the paper on her desk. Her eyes
were open wide and she was breathing hard.
She had no idea what had just happened.
She looked over at the window and saw nothing. She turned back to look at the paper. Just then, there was a dull thump at her
window, like something had hit the glass weakly. Chris turned and saw a bird fluttering around
nearby, and a tiny smudge on the glass where it had hit the material.
Chris
blinked as the bird flew off to recover.
She looked at the paper, then at the window, and back to the paper
again. She thought about what had just
happened. A slow smile crossed her
face.
This
was going to be interesting.
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I wonder where this might be headed...
No really, I do. I have no idea what I might do with this set-up, or even if this is indeed the set-up to something greater. Probably not though. I've done this kind of thing before, after all. We'll just have to see what happens.
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