The Sound of Her Wings

She lingered over his forehead for a seconds, inhaling the sharp, sticky scent of cheap shampoo and hair gel that lingered just under the sulfur.

"You're absolutely right," she said, sitting back on her heels. "I'd look for little hats for them, but that might be too much."

She looked at the pile of boxes surrounding them. "So, where should we start? I like the skeletons a lot. Cliché but..."