The Envelope That Changed Everything

caught fast, the flame from her gold-plated Zippo lighter licking upward like it had been waiting for permission. The hem curled in on itself, blackening, shrinking, collapsing into itself with a wet, poisonous hiss. Smoke rose thick and acrid, clinging to the air, coating my throat, burning my eyes.

Six months of work disappeared in seconds.

I had sewn continue reading …