My Late Father Warned Me In A Dream Not To Wear My Husband’s Gift And The Truth Was Hidden In The Lining

not to catch the outer fabric, until a small gap opened in the silk.

Fine pale powder spilled onto the dark bedspread.

I shoved back from the bed so hard the lamp swayed.

The powder lay there, a pinch of it, no more than a teaspoon. Pale, fine, and completely odorless.

I stood at the far wall of my own bedroom with both hands pressed to my mouth, breathing continue reading …