I was a paper crane. He chose the mint green origami sheet. He first folded me in half, then into a diamond. He folded me once, twice, thrice… fifteen times. He wanted my creases to be perfect.
But I wasn’t. So he crumpled me and I could no longer fly.
Emelyn Flores wrote this story.
This stuff on the page would never mean anything to her. And history: names, places, dates… What was the point?
Glancing into a mirror, she saw snow-blonde hair, river-blue eyes, cute ramrod nose. Remembering other eyes, other glances, she knew that these fixed constants would circumscribe her entire life.
Ruby Ray has worked as a barmaid, cleaner, kitchen porter and gardener. After that she had a career in teaching. Now she wonders what will be next.