My Son Brought A Nursing Home Brochure To My Birthday Dinner And Thought I Would Break

was not empty. Not to me. The table was still here. The maple was still outside in the dark. Walter was in the grain of the wood and the height marks under the paint and the way the kitchen light buzzed for three seconds before it came on fully, a quirk I had always meant to fix and had kept because he had described it once as the house saying good continue reading …