Why does he call you Marigold? Peyton paused mid-pour, and her mind spilled polka-dots of black tea splats all over her mother’s best linen. She shrugged. To her, Papa’s nickname wasn’t a word, it was a cadence, a song, a rhythm that meant there was peace. Meh-reh-guld, Meh-reh-guld, he called her when the world was [...]
He followed her gentle sway to the back of the salon. As she walked, her fist dug into the curve of her back and he focused his attention there, willing away her pain, wondering if she’d jump at his touch. Anna had come to him every six weeks for the past four years, but this [...]
¶ Homeless
There are people who do not belong. Audra trails fingers down the newly painted wall until she reaches the corner and stops. She knows you are watching. She turns into your gaze, lips caught between teeth, eyes wide with hope. Maybe this will be the place. If home is where the heart is, you know [...]