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20 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 2, 2016
“If I could knit you a crown of potential futures like the daisies you braided together for me when we were young, I would. ”
If I could knit you a crown of potential futures like the daisies you braided together for me when we were young, I would.None of them would end with you burning to death at the edge of our property, beaten senseless in the wash behind the house by drunken college boys, slowly cut to pieces at home by parents who wanted you only in one shape, the one crafted in their image.
If I could knit you a crown of potential futures like the daisies you braided together for me when we were young, I would.
The day my sister ended the world, the sky opened up in rain for the first time in years, flooding the desert wash behind our house. The snakes drowned in their holes and the javelinas stampeded downstream, but the water overtook them, and the air filled with their screaming as they were swept away.
Melanie was better at everything than I was, the stormy bit and the talking bit both. She could split the horizon in two if she wanted, opening it at the seams as deftly as a tailor, and make the lightning curl catlike at her wrist and purr for her. She could do that with people too; Mel glowed, soft, luminescent. It was hard to look away from her, and so easy to disappear into her shadow.
“Why did you come back?” were the last words she said to me before she went up in flames, taking the rest of the universe with her.