We had been locked in a dead sprint towards the finish line, trying to keep up or catch up, or just not fall. “We just have to get through these last few weeks…” I’d say to myself over and over agains as I ran around finding props for plays, or making cupcakes for the banquet, throwing his white dress shirt into the dryer with a damp towel again and again so he’d appear unwrinkled, care for.
Deposit Slip
I’m looking for a bank to deposit this cache of sorrow, an impenetrable safe, so a thief can’t steal my hard earned stash, try to […]