Night draws a curtain on the world, obscuring the landscape and turning the window to a mirror. Looking outside at the darkness beyond the glass wakes some primal unease, so I refocus on the warm interior; on our kitchen’s blurred reflection; on your face and mine, close together.
I told her something was wrong. First my gown catching on the stairs, then the rowboat struggling low in the water – but she never believed me.
Now she must marry him, and their wedding will be the final time we sisters dance.
Sonia opened the door for the coded knock. “Blessings of the Lord of Sapience and His Unvanquished Flame.”
The cloaked visitor handed her a small box. “Three more.”
The smuggler disappeared into the night. Sonia closed the door, smiling, already freeing the rescued books from their packaging.
Seven miles later, we exited the trees into sunshine over the glittering river. There are many trails on this mountain, each one a new view.
The fires took them all.
At the mountain’s ashen feet, we say goodbye until it greens again: someday, whether it takes months or years.
No one likes to talk about what happened after he untied me. He sat frozen, ribbon limp, staring at me but not at me. He stumbled through guilt for weeks afterward before he noticed me again.
Of course I was still there: I did tell him he’d be sorry.
The queen caught her eldest with her arms laden with slippers.
“Why so many shoes?”
“Ours are worn out.”
“Again? How?” Yet how many shoes had she worn out, at her daughter’s age?
“Don’t tell Father?”
Torch-lit stairs; silver leaves glittering on the lake’s surface; sweet princes smiling.
“Hello, Finch! It’s Jay!”
“Why are you here, Jay?”
“Can’t an old friend drop by? I just wanted to see your nest!”
“Last time – and the time before that – you stole all my food.”
“Yes, but you forgive me, right?”
“You’re forgiven – but you may not come near my nest again.”
Forgiveness doesn’t require reconciliation.