Up above, the spears lay in the ceiling as we squat around fresh lemongrass tea with dark brown chunks of sugar they crushed out of the canes and boiled down themselves.
She liked the look of the small house. She didn’t know what she would do with her overabundance of knick-knacks and souvenirs. But she liked the look of the loft bed, where she could retreat at night and look down at the mess below her.
Up above, the spears lay in the ceiling as we squat around fresh lemongrass tea with dark brown chunks of sugar they crushed out of the canes and boiled down themselves.
She liked the look of the small house. She didn’t know what she would do with her overabundance of knick-knacks and souvenirs. But she liked the look of the loft bed, where she could retreat at night and look down at the mess below her.