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260 pages, Paperback
First published February 11, 2020
Maybe some people were meant to come into your life, but maybe they weren’t meant to stay.
A cluster of cherries hung from a branch at eye-level, as if the tree reached out to hand them to her. The delicate ruby bulbs glistened as they touched her fingertips. She plucked a few and took them back to her spot by the fencepost, rolling one between her thumb and forefinger. The fragrance squeezed moisture into her mouth. She plopped one past her lips as she sank to the earth and set her tabletop easel on the ground. Silky flesh separated under her teeth, and the pulpy middle melted on her tongue, perfectly ripe and alive with possibility. She discarded the pit on the ground next to her. As she chewed the next two and propped her sketchbook against the fencepost, her dream’s details materialized in fragments.
It was the only thing in her painting she didn’t have the advantage of glancing up to reference, because it huddled only within the confines of her subconscious–an abstract place she could only reach with a paintbrush. Slow and patient, stroke by stroke, it became a boy.
“Don’t look so miserable,” Evie grumbled as she breezed out the door past him, bucket in one hand, translation dictionary in the other.
“Please just kiss me this time,” she whispered. “I’m so tired of waiting. And hurry, before I bail.”
I stand paralyzed beneath the acupuncture of vivid recollection.
She questioned if I’m a druid. For once, I wish I was. So I could track down a spell to turn back time. And start over.
"'Tis a good reminder, lass. When you believe in something, it bears fruit."