Chrysanthemum

The box opened itself, spilling its contents of gears and springs onto the kitchen table. She sighed at the mess. He never made things easy. She fished an instruction booklet from the mess. The cover simply read, "To my Isa." She could almost hear the slight lisp in the words, too faint for anyone but … Continue reading Chrysanthemum →

Oasis

His posture was rigid. The officer's uniform hung heavy, visibly damp with sweat. His hands were knotted into fists. His eyes were cold enough to make her shiver in the sun. "I'm to be off," he said. As though she were but a servant. She blinked in the glare. He waited for a response, but … Continue reading Oasis →