First*
She hardly looks up as she walks. But she’s not unfriendly; she sneaks glances at the cars when they pass by, and when people wave to her, her small frame seems to grow almost two inches as she waves back. … Continue Reading
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Boots*
I had met her many years earlier. She didn’t like me then, and from what I could tell when she recognized me as I walked into the coffee shop on Fourth Street near the park, that hadn’t changed. So many … Continue Reading
Proud*
“Did you see that, Daddy? See what I did? Are you proud of me?” She looks up at him as she says it, hoping for some response from him. Preferably a positive one. She watches him – longingly – and … Continue Reading
Yogurt*
She waits. What else can she do? Her husband grabs the soft, espresso-colored blanket from the back of the couch and spreads it out over her. Inside, he’s terrified, but also strong. The strength isn’t false – or entirely for … Continue Reading