You’d lack the imagination because we come from two completely different words, barely aware of each other, you and I. You live in a place where you get to try, and if it’s enough, you could be anyone you wanted to...

There were fireflies in the valley that day, she remembered. Later she sat there circled by his arms, her own, outstretched, willing a firefly to sit on her palm and twinkle slowly like the stars.

He hadn’t noticed the door lock— or its lack thereof. There was no latch inside that could be locked. There was a lock for sure, but it had no metal bolt it could latch onto. He pressed the wooden panes together and...