My Dad Thinks He’s Dying
The lonely seeped through the phone, spilling from the receiver with the subtle desperation of a man in dire wanting against time. He could almost feel the forced smile across the line and the pleading in the stop of silence. His breaths fell heavy. What can you tell a Man considering Death? “…Son?” His father’s voice broke the quiet, but he couldn’t respond. The lonely seeped through the...
Her name was Sarah Ann(?)
If I’d known, it’dve been different. But that’s never the case. Instead, the moment swallow us and we’re lucky to be left still standing, grasping with vain at the air of empty promises–the taste of God lingering on our lips while visions of what never was leave burning in our eyes amidst the smokey haze of a last night. And even in the falling of a cleansing rain over streets paved in the ghostly...