Took me three winters to finally get over you.
And there you are–in line at 40 Flavors Lickity-Split. I’d know that red braid anywhere.
Someone shifts their weight, and a cherub comes into view. He’s riding your hip.
I’m a cardboard bucket, my insides scraped out with a spoon.
Shoshauna Shy loves the word “nevertheless”, but wishes it had the counterpart “alwaysthemore.”
Terrific!
Oh Shoshauna, what a gut-wrenching story. That last line and that image are so incredibly powerful.You are an incredible storyteller. Thank you.
Oh, this is fantastic. That last line—what a gut punch. And I love how the title informs the story. Well done!
neatly and nicely done, all good wishes — bt