Power of Dew She Has Over Thee by Quartz Shard Deborah sighed. She sat in her bedroom knees pulled up to her chest staring at the rolling stone poster taped above her scratched up role top desk. Posters and pictures covered every surface in her room. When she moved out her parents would redecorate the place, Deborah doubted her parents would bother to scrape them off, just paint over them. Deborah was loath to admit it but she was an artistic person and the fact that her collage that covered every wall in the room would remain satisfied her. She imagined future people digging in the ruins of New Salem to find the paint had peeled off and her collage underneath. Deborah looked at a picture of her and Susan in Cape Cod one summer. It was a wonderful picture of them together. Water beaded off their skin and their freckles had developed. They were fifteen and they had sand sticking to every available part of their body. Deborah remembered Susan's fiery red hair feeling hot under her hands that day, even when wet, and the two of them playing touch football on the beach. That was one of the times Susan had let the bimbo facade down and had just been a person. The girl Deborah had grown up with an lost in high school. That was the day Deborah fell in love with Susan. It had taken a longer time for Susan to return her feelings. Deborah knew it happened when Black John ran the school. Susan said she noticed when Deborah wasn't watching her display at the pizza party but ran out to comfort Cassie instead. But knew when Deborah went missing after the assembly. Fear made her rethink the other girl. Which was the reason Deborah had sort of a love-hate memory of Black John. And why she always poured a little more beer on the ground for him when giving respect to the dead, he'd done her a life favor he might as well get a little respect. Now that he's dead anyway. Where was Susan? Deborah checked her watch. She was thirty minutes late. Deborah started to get undressed. She guessed Susan forgot or when to sleep. A midnight tryst was out of the question. It was a stupid idea anyway. It was just that all the other couples of the coven had had one. Deborah figured they were due. Tapping was heard at the window and Deborah re-buttoned her shirt to open the window and look out on the front lawn. There was Susan on one knee. In front of Deborah's one-story house. She smiled wide when she saw Deb go to the window. She held out a fully bloomed rose. "Whereas the world is the east and Deborah is the sun,..." Deborah laughed. Susan looked so beautiful red curls shining and yellow dress grass stained. The sprinkler system turned on. Deborah helped a wet and soggy Susan in the small window her silhouettes heels tweaking as she walked towards the bed. "Why are you late?" Susan held out the damp red rose. "This,...is for you. Do you have any idea how hard it is to make a rose bloom out of season? Laurel and I have been on it all night! I lost track of time" Deborah smiled and pulled some dead leaves out of Susan's hair. Deborah remembered the stupid element Susan had called to banish Black John. Power of dew, Deborah didn't think anyone had any idea how powerful that element was until they'd kissed Susan's dewy lips. She leaned down to kiss Susan's mouth...lip gloss smooth and smearing. Deborah pulled back and smiled and looked outside to see the sprinkler had stopped. She pulled Susan out into the front yard by the hand. "Power of Dew you have over me" Deborah leaned in for a kiss and Susan rubbed noses instead. "Power of wind you have over me. You swept me off my feet" She giggled and they kissed under the moonlight for third time that night.