arcana
He's hunched in the shadows with a book spread open on his palm. It's only a textbook, but he looks like a conjurer.
belying
"I love my job," he says, with a dejected expression.
enliven
They've turned the broken corners of the porch into a garden. Missing boards are where flowers nestle now. Plants obscure the splintered railings. A rainbow windsock trails against the chipped paint.
flora
Beneath the stains of black mold, there's a pattern of flowers. On each colorful tile, a different flower: foxglove, pansy, rose.
ingestion
The blue-gray water and settling clouds swallow the sun.
objective
What do you want to be when you grow up? "A nice man," he says. "I'm going to be a very nice man."
willfully
One of her ways of trying to get me to change is to say, "No, you can't be like this." Maybe if she waves her hands in a complicated pattern, the spell will take effect.
