The little girl traced the coloured patterns on the patchwork quilt like a maze… Red made a path like this, yellow went here, if you followed green you had to jump two squares in the middle. The flower patterned cloth was next to a yellow square, the bunnies next to a red. To bring flowersContinue reading “Uncherished”
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My Darling Jeremiah, Do you remember the first time I brushed against you, at the take out window at The Fisherman’s Cove in Old Orchard Beach? A sudden downpour had taken the summer tourists by surprise, forcing all of us into a tight crowd underneath the overhang. I stood close to you and wasContinue reading “Jeremiah”
The day after his funeral I managed to brush my teeth, shower and get dressed but that was months ago.
I said I love you To a spiritual friend, A dying patient