Still Light
The morning started with Donnie eating toast over the sink the way he always did
Drama
I Made It Right
The steam wand hisses.
Thorn Apple
Ruthanne stopped apologizing years ago.
The Phone
I can make it ring.
The Lighter
She watches the blue at the root of the flame.
The Final Meal
The room is cold. A hospital cold that lives in the walls.
Free-Fall Forward
She whispered it aloud. Her voice. Lower, gruffer.
The Voicemail
Forever now. Somehow that made it matter less.
Red Dot
Mirror. Signal. Breathe.
The Acknowledgement
Between panes of glass, choice slips away.
Who Gardens the Gardeners?
It started as a joke, really. Betsy dared me.
Lies
“Why are you late?”