Ten.Two Thousand,One Hundred & Thirty-Two
Must get up.
Not enough time to make the biscuits. He settles for waffles instead.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
The silence kills me. I keep moving through the items.
These forty-five minute chats once a week are everything.
“With all due respect.”
One tiny brown leaf floating down to my windshield.
A cracked chromebook screen.
Bored.
Twenty minutes in the dark. Still warm enough to break a sweat. Sliver of a moon. Silhouettes of mountains. The same came up and down.
