Kintsugi
The vase was a wedding gift. Mum ordered Haru to fill it with flowers every Sunday morning. And he did… for a while. I broke it last night, just hours before going home to say my goodbyes.
Haru enters while I’m packing and taps me on the shoulder.
“Surprise!” He holds out the vase, now unbroken. Gold fissures trace its surface — it’s even more beautiful than before. Flawed, yes, but strengthened.
“We can always fix things,” he says, tenderly brushing a hair away from my tear-stained face. “I’ll buy roses when you come back.”
“No,” I sniff. “I will.”
Ria Rees writes dark sci-fi and horror stories from the comfort of her cosy Welsh cottage, praying that her creations never become sentient… Subscribe to her Medium page to read more from her.
