Undertow Curl cotton a witness to midnight confidences

a witness to midnight confidences

had been forgotten on a shelf in a dim workshop for nearly a century

ache to claim

Three fragments of a bond between equals

Undertow Curl cotton a witness to midnight confidencesThe basin rocks with the slow pull of the tide, wedged between two crates that still smell of wet powder. Inez braces it with her hip and dips the necklace under, thumb working along the links where salt has dried stiff and sharp. Theres blood caught between the rings, not much, just enough to cling. She scrubs it loose with the edge of her nail, glancing once toward the stern where voices still carry Anne arguing over the split, sharp as ever, the