I Came Home From A Cruise At Eighty Three Until I Heard The Truth§

my husband, with my cat, with the chair Gerald had sat in and the magnolia he had planted and the windows that caught the morning light exactly as they always had.

Before hanging up, she asked if I was happy.

I looked at Walter through the window. At the late afternoon light on the porch. At Gerald’s old chair, still there, not erased but no longer holding continue reading …