s.story 7: Stillness
stillness A sequel to Elsewhere Part I Saira stirred her tea counterclockwise, slow and soundless. The teaspoon never touched the sides. She watched the leaves spin like indecisive dancers, her face composed in that half-soft, half-blank way that revealed nothing. Light from the café’s high windows slid over her wrist like silk—warm, indifferent. Outside, …