Brittle Nails and a Disputed Greenhouse in Autumn

the pale November light came through the south window.

I held my hands out in front of me, letting the pale sunlight hit my fingers.

The twelve-dollar bottle of vitamin E oil was still in the cupboard, but I had not opened it in three days.

My fingernails were growing out from the cuticle, a thin band of pink, healthy nail rising beneath continue reading …