Cold Enough for Snow

by Jessica Au

main thing was to be open, to listen, to know when and when not to speak.

My sister had bent over the display cabinets, and when she had rested her hand on top, she had heard the gentle, satisfying clink of her gold watch against the glass.

would agree but, in the end, I knew I would keep nothing, whether out of too much, or too little sentiment, I did not know.