A House Between Sea and Sky

by Beth Cato

did you see a ghost?” She’d never encountered such entities herself, but they weren’t uncommon. Besides, as a person raised in the company of a preternatural sourdough starter, she retained an open mind when it came to encounters with the unusual.

But I do know that as much as I’m hurting right now, things will eventually get better. Wounds turn to scars.”

“I saw a silver-haired woman with a poodle, but I’d describe them as moseying rather than lurking.

I’ve never been married—never wanted to be married. I can write fine romances, mind you, but enduring one myself?” Fayette blew a raspberry. “I want my own bed, with books and crossword puzzles strewn on the mattress beside me, and my own schedule.”

I’ve never conversed with bread dough before, and you’re an incredible listener.

Mother was helping her to feel good. Days ago, Fayette would have fought back against this intrusion—because that’s what it was. Hope and positivity could be beautiful or obnoxious, dependent on the moment.