far from this time

his word

under a laughing moon

--What happened? Where are your shoes? --They were slippers, she said. And they were too big. They were my mum's, besides. --Well, what happened to them? It's frigid. --They fell off. I lost them crossing the street. One of them. The other was taken aw

we share somewhat the same past he was bureau chief of ABC overseas

She is an old soul. We talk of Barbie dolls and school. Her hands weaving stories. Maybe a hesitant smile. Eyes soft, earth-brown pansies, sadly martyred.An old man steers his car up a hill. Passes through hoops of sky before powerlessly plunging. On the news I hear…

A son packs his bag - bottled water, extra masks, and jerky. Mom paces behind him. “Don't go.”