The crackling campfire illuminated her birth name, carefully inscribed in large, looping cursive.
She hadn’t expected this letter. Not after the way she’d left.
A dry sob clogged her throat—or was it simply smoke from the fire?—as she dropped the envelope, unopened, into the heart of the blaze.
Devon R. Widmer is a grumpy graduate student by day, a scribbling daydreamer by night, and a sleep deprived parent full time.
Broke and broken, he returned. His father’s lavish reception did nothing to shake the demons chasing him.
The grace shamed him, the flattery embarrassed him, and the wine reminded him.
Let’s go back, they whispered.
That night, he left.
His brother scoffed, his suspicions confirmed.
His father is still waiting.
Jason Hart manages a Christian bookstore in South Carolina. He enjoys writing short stories in his spare time. You can read his other stories at jasonlhart.blogspot.com