Saskya Jain

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2011 Asian American Short Story Contest Honorable Mention

By Saskya Jain

“You’ve killed it,” Dhanesh said to Chunni.

The two children hovered over the rose stalk, which they had secretly removed from the garden and planted in a discarded earthen pot. They were hiding it behind the old stove on the terrace. The smell of big, red chillies drying on a stretch of cloth at the back burnt their throats whenever the breeze picked up. Dhanesh was nine, Chunni a few months younger. The year was 1934.

“But I didn’t even touch it!”

“You pointed at it. Don’t you know that flower buds die when girls point at them?”