Our eyes met somewhere past the fourth wall
The sky darkened that afternoon; the sun lost itself in a confetti of clouds. The air was still hot and humid but, a chill passed me like a fly. Restaurant staff members were folding outdoor chairs and tables in a hurry. I could see their pocketed receipts and order slips blow in the wind like handkerchiefs. Everything felt so rushed and yet, the dark cloud was a sky tortoise, hesitant to shake...
We baked apple crisp in the Instant Pot with maple syrup that went bad over five years ago.
you poured us a homemade brew, swirled with juniper, hibiscus too
As an alum of Southern New Hampshire University, I was given the opportunity to sit on a panel and speak with current Creative Writing students.