“Slice it, Canto,” the knife jiggled over the melon, an imperfect oval similar to his sister’s youthful face. Illuminated by one candle, the wobbly white rind acquired a cherubic aura.
“Say something first?” Canto felt the weight of the birch-wood ukelele shift against his back. This was, after all, mother’s last melon; she hadn’t survived February’s frost.
The knife split the rind to reveal matching halves of terracotta-colored flesh. Beneath nibbles and sniffles, black diamond tiles stretched; Antibes white marble arched overhead. Readying their instruments, the twins materialized mid-stage, the Sacred Music Festival about to begin, their dirge the opener.
K.Hartless is a persistent poet and eclectic fiction writer who enjoys penning fantasy, science-fiction, and horror while traveling the world. She’s recently been published in Luna Station Quarterly and Last Girl’s Club. Check out her Yardsale of Thoughts at khartless.com or follow her haiku habit on Twitter @hartless_k.