Tessera - Emerald
Didia crouched over her work in the workroom. The first medallion lay on a small table in front of her, so she could match the design. Alongside the medallion stood small bowls of different colored beads and skeins of thread. Light slanted in from a window. She moved her chair so her work would be illuminated. Otherwise, her eyes grew tired.
She tried to picture her mother, but the face floated out of her memory as a blur. Long dark hair, brown eyes that twinkled. She remembered the laugh, light like a rose petal. She knew roses because there were two in the garden. She could see them if she looked out the window. She’d never been in the garden. To her, it was like a dream world, filled with flowers and green leaves. Green, like the thread on the needle.
She remembered
