WARNING: This is not my usual punny Halloween vignette. Why? You’ll see…
Pale webs of blue veins, barely visible beneath their translucent skin, resemble a roadmap. Dead end alleys lead to narrow lanes, spill into broad streets, and widen into main thoroughfares.
The thoroughfare, in Ivy’s case at least, pulses with life. But just barely.
The interlacing design mirrors the fine, bone china tableware her father had shipped home from Denmark while on a business trip when she was nine. He said the pattern, Blue Fluted Royal Copenhagen, reminded him of her, his most precious child.
“How so?” she asked, wrapping her Continue reading