A Forgery of Fate

by Elizabeth Lim

There, a curious shape emerged. He arrived in a series of lines and strokes, his form falling from my fingers with such ease it was as if I’d painted him a thousand times.

Features belonging to a man who’d clearly received an extra moment of the gods’ attention.

“Gray is the color of truth. The same in art as it is in life, nothing is ever as black and white as it looks.”

“It’s merfolk tradition to plant flowers for someone you love. They say if you present them during the Luminous Hour, your love is sure to be returned.”