The Solace of Your Reflection

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.

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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.

Sole Secrets

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.

“Never.”

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Finch Forgives

“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.

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