Sublime

When I woke up, the man was watching over me. I wanted to explain who I was, to thank him for his help, but I still couldn’t speak. I tried to sit up, but he stopped me. “It’s okay. You need rest. Try to sleep,” he said. Later, he fed me rice gruel. He lifted the bowl and put the spoon to my lips. If I’d had the strength, I’d have wept at his tende

charming romance intermingled with

“Be silent”, he says through gritted teeth. “You are dead. Lie here and do not move until we are gone.”