Who would’ve thought she’d ever dance again?

Last week he was a dishwasher who his coworkers called Ricky. Today he’s a day laborer named Eddie, clearing a pair of fallen trees off a new build’s lawn and fixing up a large garden. Rotting plank ripped out, new plank inserted.

Ruth stood on the narrow iron bridge, gripping her father’s obsidian necklace, and wondered how many years it would take before the river wore them both down to nothing.

She holds the dice up to me. “For good luck?”

I hungered into that quiet until— there—unbelievable!— a wolf spider scuttled onto a leaf.