Pruning.

It was only seven-fifty. The yard was still empty. Donna buttoned up her coat and pulled on her beanie. She passed through the gate and shuffled toward the garden, the contents of her watering can splashing onto the granitic sand beneath her sneakers. Donna’s “garden” was little more than two flowerbeds in the yard’s northwestContinue reading “Pruning.”

The Gift.

‘What is it?’She stared at the glass bottle, resting on his cracked palm.‘It’s your birthday present.’The girl didn’t react, deciding whether this was another test. He moved his hand closer to her.‘Go on.’She eventually took it and held the bottle up to the brightest part of the ashen sky, peering at the clear liquid within.‘What’sContinue reading “The Gift.”