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.

piercing her heart. With tight pressed lips, she

wooden insect sprang to life, its craftsmanship

cry, Cynthia.

"Wow, thanks, Uncle!"

like the

do.

world around Sarah fell silent as she stood, legs a bit aching,

her pace slowed, an inexplicable feeling telling her

a peculiar little stamp

in her head intensified, sweat beading on her forehead. She stepped

nearby wall for support, she felt her heart racing. Once

her face, she glanced around - still alone;

today she'd stayed out for

drawer.

bring anything

have

slittle things I

Sarah say, "Mr.

start at six

We're just waiting for his reaction to the

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