Sylvia

Sylvia loved the unexpected. She put a bunch of words in her straw hat, each written on a scrap of paper. "You close your eyes and scramble them with your fingers. Then you take them out like this and arrange them in a sequence. I don't want power, my dear, I am fulfilled by my crazy imagination." She shuffled the scraps of paper a few more times. "What a perfect thing to do on a cold and dreary day. Random acts of eloquence."