The storm before the calm
A crack, a flash, the room strobes with light and something outside thumps. I sit up on the foldout bed and see the shadow of…
This is for you.
And so the mud caked you and raked you, it stuck and it clung. It formed five-pound pie plates under each foot, and you squelched and…
We don’t have time for this! No time. Tick tock.
I’m not starved for attention, nor do I yearn for affection or the ear of a long-suffering confidant. But…