Best Laid Plans
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Inside, Halmuni set the table knowing it was, at last, time. What had tickled the back of her neck that afternoon felt different from any fall breeze she’d ever experienced before. It seemed to almost carousel warmly around her and she thought she could almost taste it, like summer peonies with the slightest undertones of day-old salmon. Halmuni wasn’t entirely sure, but she was hopeful enough to strike a match and place the lit candle in the window.
