April 23, 2025Absence
It wasn’t the best way to start a conversation. He muttered the first words that came to mind. They sounded like gibberish. His sister didn’t even notice. She was texting on her phone. “Did you say something?” she asked without looking at him. He didn’t answer. He had no answer. God knows what he was thinking when he came here. He left the room.
what remains of the silence winter camellia
from #87 – Spring 2025