Shariing is neither male nor female nor do those words exist. Shariing moves slowly out to the porch and down the steps to the garden. The garden exists even though the word does not. Shariing carries a mantle of electric current draped down the back and worn like a long cloak. The garden shimmers and flowers electric fire-works as Shariing passes down the lane. The garden is an endless aurora of color, which mixes flowers and trees with an electric background.
At the other end of the lane, a form moves toward Shariing. The form resembles Shariing in many ways, with only slight differences. The garden responds to this being with the same show of effects. The two meet in the middle of the orchids. They see into and through all there is. They probe each other for something they might be missing, but in the end they walk separate ways.
HEN the light came on overhead, Andrew tightened every muscle in his body, making sure not to stop breathing entirely in case he couldn’t hold it. This had been a problem in the past. “Andrew!” his mother screamed. She didn’t know he was hiding in this particular closet, and had been yelling after him all around the house for the last twenty minutes. 
