Stories

For forty-two years I avoided the subject. That evening I decided to finally find out if the voice holding me back was right.

He brought the dress home on a Monday and laid it on the bed without a word. By Friday, it had become very real.

They sat unopened for almost a year. That evening the apartment was finally empty — so I took them out.

Three months of conversations led to one evening — and to a feeling I didn't have a word for yet.