Star-crossed lovers Stories

With the midmorning sun filtering through the leaves of the plum trees overhead, Kazi gently patted the mound of damp earth with his spade, smoothing and rounding the top until the contour was just so. Wystarczy, he thought, appraising his handiwork with a heavy sigh. It’ll do. The old man had been teetering on the brink of death for as long as Kazi had known him, less than a week by the stars but long enough to grow fond...