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.

pupils constricted sharply, a spike of emotion piercing her heart. With tight pressed lips, she reached

carved wooden insect sprang to life, its craftsmanship

Cynthia. Look,

"Wow, thanks, Uncle!"

thank your uncle? Don't you like

I do. I love

silent as she stood, legs a bit aching, before picking up the bamboo dragonfly as

slowed, an inexplicable feeling telling her there might be

a peculiar little stamp with a jellyfish

sweat beading on her forehead. She stepped back, lips pressed tight, hesitant

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

her face, she glanced around - still alone; she lifted the jellyfish

she'd stayed out for twenty. Returning, she placed the trinkets in

drawer.

seen Sarah bring anything back, started

have you

things I found

heard Sarah

We start at six sharp. Nothing can

just waiting for

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