Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

It was as if someone had deliberately tossed it her way. Sarah lifted her gaze, scanning the area. No one in sight.

She had half a mind to ignore the bamboo dragonfly, but after a few steps, she inexplicably backtracked and crouched to pick it up.

Dried specks of blood marred its surface, no idea it was from whom.

Her memories were fragmented, unreliable. She thought she'd be clueless about the toy, but the moment it touched her hand, she

instinctively started to spin it, sending the blades whirling into the air.

As Sarah stared into the sky, a long-buried image surfaced. Very long tago, a similar bamboo dragonfly soared above, chased

by the delighted cries of a little girl.

"Look how high it goes, Mommy! Is it because you made it? It's amazing! It flies higher than anyone else's!"

A headache began to pulse at Sarah's temples, prompting her to massage her forehead.

The toy had vanished into the expanse, and panic momentarily gripped her heart as she frantically searched the surrounding grass

and bushes.

She hunted at the lawn, but couldn't find it; then she hurriedly rummaged in the shrubbery. There, nestled quietly, lay the bamboo

dragonfly, accompanied by a tiny carved toy.

heart. With tight pressed lips, she reached out and pressed a

the little figurine. A carved wooden insect

Cynthia. Look,

"Wow, thanks, Uncle!"

you like the bamboo dragonfly I

course, I do. I

silent as she stood, legs a bit

slowed, an inexplicable feeling telling her there might

her feet - a peculiar little stamp with a jellyfish etched

forehead. She stepped

felt her heart racing.

face, she glanced around - still alone;

but today she'd stayed

drawer.

bring anything back, started

what have

slittle things I found

but heard Sarah say, "Mr. March will be

start at six sharp.

waiting for his reaction to

the documents nearby, a look of satisfaction crossing her face, "Do well, and