Sapphire Eye

I place Sygna, my late husband’s silver swan, into a box in the attic. She keeps me awake all night with her furious metallic din, an unyielding crash-clang of protest. Next morning I surrender and put her back next to his photo on the desk. Sygna quietens, shifts her breast toward the picture, beak uplifted. … Continue reading Sapphire Eye