An email from an old friend said something about finding old photos before slyly included a “did you happen to hear…”
She hadn’t. Searching across computer screens and small print, he finally appeared with bleached teeth and forehead wrinkles. It was still the young man she had watched feverishly stuff cigarettes in his mouth as words spilled out for two years of her life though.
The next day at the bookstore she chose charge over cash. While in her parked car, she discovered the dedication to a woman’s name she didn’t know on page three, surrounded by a white void. (sb)
June 7, 2008...9:13 pm
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