Catch and Cradle

by Katia Rose

It knocked all the breath out of my body and arranged new constellations in the sky.

It only took a few minutes of talking before we realized we’d clearly been best friends in another life.

She breathes in, and all my senses roar back to life.

“Oh my god.” When I look back at her, she has one hand pressed over her mouth as she stares and stares like I’m a painting she flew halfway around the world just to see.

“Hope Hastings, did you seriously buy a bouquet of flowers solely because they remind you of my vagina?”