The Only Door That Opened When the Others Closed

grass near the old stone well, her green garden trowel resting in the dirt beside her.

Ivy left her room, her steps light on the wooden stairs that no longer creaked under her weight.

The afternoon sun was warm on Ivy’s back as she walked out into the garden at two o’clock.

The ground was soft under her sneakers, the dark soil smelling of rich decay and continue reading …