Old Woman Swamp Scarlet Ibis Portable -

“You’re healing,” she said, and her voice cracked.

A bird. A scarlet ibis.

The ibis leaped. For one terrible, glorious moment, it hung in the air like a thrown coal. Then its wings caught the wind, and it rose above the sawgrass, above the cypress knees, a streak of defiance against the green gloom. It circled once—a perfect, burning wheel—and then it flew south, toward the sea. old woman swamp scarlet ibis