this night is everything

bubbles

so many bubbles

i should write a book

lots of words

that would be so great

the stars are so pretty

i should text him

why not

maybe i will write that book

im so smart

i shouldnt text him

i wish this night would last forever

bubbles

im going to text him...

For her people.

The towers have burned. The ships have sank. The well runs dry.

As a child, she dreamt not of weddings and gowns, but of peace and safety. Her eyes studied maps and scoured books. Her most idealized figures were kings and diplomats, not wives and mothers.

"Gentle," that is the word that the nuns at the convent used to describe her. Her soul might be gentle, but her mind certainl...

Anisa gazes down at the cheap piece of plastic in her hand. Shaking, she brings it closer to her face. She squints, tilts her head, moves it into the light. Confusion swarms her consciousness as she desperately tries to do mental math.

"How is this possible," she mumbles out loud.

"It's possible!" Jane squeals as her husband embraces her. The familiar burn of tears floods her eyes as she stares a...