Sick Day

It’s an annual conference with an unusual boardroom. I smile, leaving my Oxfords against a pale stone as sunlight itches my nose instead of fluorescent rays.

Vesuvius

Sparks settle far along the fields below me. The light lingers for a moment, dims, then sizzles out as small puffs of smoke rise.

Tonight

Thin streams of fume loft from burning candles, the pungent smell of sugared cherries making sweet eyes water...