July Flash Fiction: Untitled Fantasy

I opened by eyes and saw her pale skin almost glistening in the sunlight. She was bare except for the pelt I’d given her when I told her she was my Heart-mother. I smiled remembering her confused disgust. She hated that term, Heart-mother, but what other word could we use? Her language had no word

Perfect Fit

The wall did not hold the answer. No matter how long I stared at it, it wasn’t going to explain what was wrong with me. After 3 years of perfect placement, I was broken. Since opening my boutique I’d prided myself on my “perfect fit” guarantee and I had never failed. I mean, it was