Her bedroom light flickered on, then off, three times. The signal.
Meet me in the back garden.
First, our Promise:
Nothing can sever
The bond between us.”
Then the Gifting. My turn to receive.
Over the years, the gifts had gotten more complex. Like our dreams. Like our friendship.
A sleek silver tube – my first lipstick! I smiled, imagining Samuel’s timid kiss. Another first.
“Here, let me.” She reddened my lips, then leaned forward, a hummingbird to nectar.
An ocean of moonlight washed over bird and flower. She whispered, “Unpath’d waters, undream’d shores?” Trembling, I accepted.