Suzka

There is magic just outside our memory.

Violet unwrapped everything old as if it were a ribboned gift given to her by the Gods.

This woman had no idea who I was. She has no idea I was once a smoker, was thrown out of boarding school twice and a certified rebel with strong opinions. To her, I was new, fresh, immaculate to the bone. This was all strangely wonderful.

My mother had a way of accessing the energy of the people around her. There was no need to know their name, who they were or how she knew them. She didn__ recognize their surface. She went much deeper.

Her memories got dizzy and fell out of her head.