The Urchins Perfume Oil

THE URCHINS

You hear a tittering of laughter: high-pitched and discordant, like bent, cracked silver bells clattering onto sheets of rusted metal. In the gloom of a dilapidated tent, the glow of small red eyes reflects on shining steel blades.

Dust and dead, dry flowers, ice-cold skin, the swish of a metal blade, and a memory of honey.