Yumi sat crossed-legged on the floor. She had spread out onto the carpet an ugly lime green table cloth that was scratchy and way too polyester to use anywhere that mattered, and was dribbling flower petals on the wrinkled surface. During the day, the sun shone in stripes on the now wilted flowers. They were drying sure enough, but only the smaller ones. The ones with intact heads were only getting crispy on the outside, the middles were still way...
