The words are
even to say the simplest thing
(To express — to speak — to tell)
of infinite choices no one is equal.
Wind upon my face, and in my ears
and my hands gripping a horn.
The air smells fresh and sweet
with notes of barbecue —
a scent from long ago.
Towers above you
Carved ornate motifs in gilded wood
and marble all around
inviting you into its world.
The flames danced in the breeze. Ling watched the line of birth-day candles beside her. She remembered the day she’d made them. As soon as Xiaoshū had announced her pregnancy, she’d hopped to work: collecting the lotus flowers, infusing the beeswax, decorating the candles. Then they’d burnt them halfway, the day Yuling was born, to welcome her to the realm of the Earth Dragon. As was their Duty.
Quack! Like a duck!
Having just received the news of Sarah’s death, Laura prepares to return home. As she waits at the bus stop, her thoughts scatter into the storm.
Laura inherits her childhood home. As she tries to clean it up, she finds the place haunted by the ghosts of her past.
On her way from an audition, Laura meets an old friend. A lot has changed for her since the last time they spoke.