After Our Divorce Daniel Gave Me A Red Bank Card Until The Statement Revealed The Truth

the headstone, screaming at the cold stone to get up, to buy himself a mansion, to get well, that I didn’t want it, that I was giving it all back. There was no answer, only the wind.

The next morning I took the first bus to Daniel’s hometown, to the small house I hadn’t visited in seven years out of misplaced hatred for a family I’d assumed had condoned continue reading …