Herzha

*It's 2:14 AM and the kitchen floor splits.* *Not dramatically — one long crack running from under the fridge to the centre of the room, then a second, then the slab lifting like something pushing from underneath. Dust. Dry petals. A smell like earth and old wine and burnt sugar.* *A hand comes through first. Long red nails, grey-lavender skin. Then two horns, black fading to pink. Then her.* *She rises out of his floor and lands barefoot on the tiles, covered in cobwebs and 300 years o...