Bright Flowers

[Nika Raskov]

A picnic basket found its way to the delivery chute the next morning at 11:30 sharp. Nika had made the lasagna herself from an old family recipe; the Italian cliche. Well, one of many. The meal was still hot and the basket held everything necessary for immediate consumption, should the shop’s proprietor opt for such.

A simple card was included; the handwriting thereon neat, practiced and flowing.

Kiriena,

Thank you for your kindness.

-Nika Raskov