The Island of Slippery Souls
A note to the reader
Is a person a body? Is a person a soul? Is each part a part of a greater whole?
Maybe we’re neither, it’s hard to be sure. Maybe we’re both. And maybe we’re more.
Chapter 1: A fit of fidgets every Sunday
The fidgets started first with Clara Lightbody.
On this Sunday evening, just like every Sunday evening, the feeling began like a flock of butterflies in her belly and finished with her toes twitching and tapping.
When the belly butterfly flutterby was done, Clara opened her eyes, smiled, and watched the three guests at her big maple table finish their own fidgets. She waited, excited to learn who they were this week.
It was Sunday afternoon on the Island of Slippery Souls, and Sunday afternoon was the time souls left one body and entered another. …
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