A Forest of Smoke

It all comes back to you, memories like the smell of a wood fire on a very cold day. Your grandmothers little hovel is hidden between the city and the forest, ancient and overflowing with green vines. She practically raised you, as much as your parents did, and what she taught grew stronger as you grew older. Its been half a decade, however. You havent seen anything from her but awkwardly spelled letters on tea-stained paper. Why invite you back now? And what will she think of the person youve g...