[Poetry] Our Banyan Tree

There was a banyan tree growing in the sand, one leaf for every memory we shared, one branch for every year.

There were leaves turned crispy brown for every time we argued, growing next to leaves of bright green for every time we made up.Read More »

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[Flash Fiction] Sisterhood

They arrived first: one Asian girl checking their reservation with the host and the other girl checking her frizzy hair in a pocket mirror.

“Stupid humidity—every time,” she groaned as they were shown to their table.

“Do you think she’ll show up?” the Asian girl asked. “Probably not, right? It’s been five years since we’ve talked.”

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