a 100 word story by Yordie Sands
copyright © 2013
I was no longer geisha Suzuki, I used my real name again. I had a home of my own because my patron wanted this for me.
The garden was named Yordie’s Zen Garden. And in this place I discovered something I loved about myself, I found I could express my sense of beauty through my work. Many visitors came from the hanamachi and each day I enjoyed welcoming them.
I never saw my benefactor again but one day the attorney returned. Sadly, my danna had become ill and passed away. He left me his final poem. And I was alone.