Home Grown

It looked nothing like home, all rust-hued cliffs and coral grass. I missed Earth’s cool tones keenly.

Then, your gift: a terracotta pot with one slender green stem; at its peak, hyacinth flowers blooming like purple fireworks. It even smelled like blue – like home.

Patrick Hendry

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Restoration

“I’ve got the grimoire.”

He’d been waiting so long for those words that he almost couldn’t believe he’d heard them. He watched, tail twitching, as she opened the crackling pages and began to read.

As fur fell away, he started to hope; as human limbs returned, he began to believe.

He spoke his long-planned words into her embrace: “I knew you could do it.”

Annie Spratt

After The Dancing

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.

Summer’s End

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.