reedsymarketplace
Hire professionals for your project
reedsyblog
Advice, insights and news
reedsylearning
Online publishing courses
reedsylive
Free publishing webinars
reedsydiscovery
Launch your book in style
Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2025
Submitted to Contest #295
I knew it was his shirt the moment I saw it, as if a lost child had finally found its mother after a long separation. In Jaffa, Palestine, where the scent of oranges filled the air and the streets hummed with memories of simpler times, I could always tell—always know—when orange season had arrived. After years of inherited embroidery practice, I could sense it was him, just by the touch of the fabric. I could tell if it had been made by hand.My fingers remember every stitch, as if the threads grow from my skin, guiding the needle through the...
Oops, you need an account for that!
Log in with your social account:
Or enter your email:
7 likes
