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.

of emotion piercing her heart.

A carved wooden insect

Cynthia. Look, what's

"Wow, thanks, Uncle!"

only thank your uncle? Don't you like the bamboo

course, I do. I

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

slowed,

dropped at her feet - a

her forehead. She stepped back,

support, she felt her heart racing. Once calmed, she noticed the

she glanced around - still

but today she'd stayed out for twenty.

drawer.

seen Sarah bring anything back, started

have you

things I found

inform Bernard but heard Sarah say, "Mr.

start at six sharp. Nothing

just waiting for his reaction to

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