Nina's fear of fire became something much worse.
I saved a merfolk, once, when I was very young. I wouldn’t say that I saved her in the traditional sense of the word. I can guess what springs into your mind when I say it. Perhaps she was hurt, and I found her bleeding on the edge of the sea. Or, somehow, she wound … Continue reading Savior
“Her suffering is over.” That was the phrase Jeanne’s doctor had used, when Jeanne finally passed. Violette ran her hand over her mother’s gravestone. It was simple, especially when compared to some of the others in the graveyard, which Violette would have labelled monuments rather than mere grave markers. Jeanne Martin, it read. 1952-2018. Sister, … Continue reading Loss