Lace and shadows, tea laid on silver trays and the smell of incense lingered. She had made her attic into a nest, magpie-like—strange glints of old-fashioned jewellery, faded photographs. He couldn’t quite tell if she was serious, or if this … Continued
One jade plant, thriving just to spite me. Last watered 29 days ago. She bought it at one of those corner store florists on Fraser Street, because the owner said it would bring prosperity. I don’t know if it worked or not. Her money always seemed to turn into stationery or pussy willows or pointless knick-knacks.
The cash register was exactly like the one Ellen had used at the candy shop. It could have been the same one. Seeing it used for decoration, as some trendy antique, was a bit unnerving. She hit the $20 button with a furtive prod, and had a little jolt as the cash drawer burst open with a ding, revealing the dusty husk of a long-dead spider.