I was just a child when she worked for him. Decades later, I joined her at his funeral.
We’re holding hands, wearing our finest dark clothes, heads bowed in respect. Strangers keep telling me about him, but she says nothing.
My heart rustles at the unease I sense in her, and I hold her hand more tightly.
She squeezes it back, and her hands are smooth with long, fine fingers. She is soft– happy…
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You did say you’d be willing to help out, so it’s survey time! I initially began this post with the intention of asking about really important things, like widgets and tweets– but, la.
This is more fun, and I’ll do more with it. I’m excited already!
Years ago, I fell to sleep and didn’t wake up for a long while.
My body was still, content to let Time hug us close. The bed was big, the room was white, and everything was sterile. I was small, so very small, and the colors of me bounced through the room like a tiny cacophony of light.
Everyone said I was bright, even when dimmed by life. They didn’t know I could hear them, but I absolutely…