Accord

“I will go, if you ask it.” The lantern is turned down low. Its dim light pools on the table, glints off the brandy glass dangling from your fingers. I wish I could see your face. “No.” Your voice drifts out of the shadows, gentle as rain. “Stay.”

Pair of garnet cufflinks, each with three round garnets set in a rectangle.

Kismet

Six months ago I’d’ve said it's crazy, the idea of you and me. Six weeks ago I almost walked away. Shaking my head, I button my best shirt, red garnets winking at collar and cuffs, and watch your face light up in the mirror.

Sky Lantern by barakbro: a group of people standing on the beach at sunset; one holds a glowing paper lantern.

Festival

The shore is packed with people: young, old, native-born and off-planet transplants, human and non. The din ought to be overwhelming, but I stand in a small oasis of stillness, imposed by my nearly-invisible security personnel or possibly by my own Name. My Family is respected here. It was not originally a custom on Vinde, … Continue reading Festival

Finna

Finna closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. This was hard. Centering herself, she expelled her thoughts with a rush of air and opened her eyes. The room was the same, down to the pattern on the pillowcases and the spray of flowers in the vase under the window. "Dammit!" She thumped a … Continue reading Finna