The other day Tom asked me if I had written anything lately. To which I answered, “No, I’ve been sort of depressed.” He said maybe writing something would help. Maybe… I loved Bean. She was Rose’s puppy. The one delivered in the snow-apocalypse by Jake and the grossed-out Ben. Bean, the not so smart, not so brave, not so great looking…
Month: September 2016
I Am Lonely
In his dehydrated state Allen’s arms were dry and scaly. His lips were cracked and bloody. Walking required the assistance of a cane. His voice was slightly above a whisper. He cherished every visit from hospital staff. I asked him, Are you eager to get home? His answer was deeply sad. When I go home I’ll go home to nobody…