The ground reached us faster than the stream of light flashing over our heads. Our foreheads pushed together as she searched for my hand along the grainy concrete. Anticipating her to say something, my palmtell me more
Month: March 2019
an expected journey
My mother’s tears look lavender gray against the shadows of the train smoke. They seep into her face, filling the creases of crow’s feet stretching from her eyes. She looks younger this way, around mytell me more