Anna wanders around at night. Her full name, Reanima, was given to her by a grandmother who perhaps liked Rianna or Rihanna. Reanna has always reminded her of something dead that was brought back to life. Not like Rianna, or Rihanna. It’s closer to… reanimate. No one knows if her grandmother got it from first Americans, African-Americans. something at the cabaret—or if she had read Octavia Butler’s Fledgling or Toni Morrison’s Beloved one too many times. But now, these days

Sometimes it's just to hard to let go She sat sideways for comfort, one foot tucked beneath her, watching as he tended their garden. He’d made this bench for her when time was kinder. Now only memories and love held it together. Running her fingers ran lightly over the back, she felt rose whorls coming to life again between its oak grooves. The breeze whistled through the slats, and his hands tapped along to the rhythm. He had a musician’s fingers. No, a magician’s fingers, b