Missed Appointment

Death was always accurate; not a moment too soon and not a minute too late. He kept a stopwatch, and always minded the hour. He held himself presentably; nothing less than a three-piece suit, shoes always polished, and an overcoat for chilly weather. He needed to be efficient, but pleasant. Some protested his arrival, thoughContinue reading “Missed Appointment”

Lost Girl

One day, I ended up among one-sided socks, misplaced keys, piles of couch change, pieces of toys, earring backs, and that one shoe. The landscape of the absent only remembered upon seeing them again. A terrain made of the out of sight and out of mind for too long. I wondered how I ended upContinue reading “Lost Girl”