- Vol. 05
- Chapter 01
The flowers had faded with autumnal sun. Sharp plastic leaves poked out from rusted holders, the holes gaping orbs for stems never needing water, at odds with the smooth cold marble and inscriptions, hundreds of them chasing my eyes. I walked briskly by, as daylight crept off and my crisp breaths whispered like momentary pockets of steam as I looked for ancestors, in the wrong place. The rummaging through closets and drawers, suits and shirts neatly folded. Heirlooms and magpie pickings sifted and sorted, shared out and hidden in deep dark corners, some underground in their rightful owners' pockets.