Snowdrops

Hana smiled and her hand moved to the pouch once again. This time, she brought out a single, perfect snowdrop. She placed the flower carefully in Fuyumi’s hair. “I forgot this.”Fuyumi blinked. “How did it not get crushed?”Hana just smiled. “It’s like I said, a magician-”“Never shares her secrets. Yeah, yeah. But you’re not a magician.” Fuyumi said, laughter in her words.“But I could be, you know. I could run away from here. Far away, and I could join a circus and be a magician.” Hana said, pulling Fuyumi along again to continue their dance, shoes clicking against the floor and dresses swirling around their legs.