by Teresa Tumminello Brader
I backed into the only spot in front of the airline’s drop-off site and turned the key. “Mom, you don’t need to park, or get out.” I walked behind the car to the curb, as my son shrugged his backpack onto his shoulders and took a suitcase handle in each hand. Before we left for the airport, I had toasted and buttered two slices of bread and poured a bowl of Corn Pops for him. “You know I’ll be back in the summer.” Scruffiness covered his cheeks, but my kiss disclosed baby-soft skin.
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Teresa Tumminello Brader was born in New Orleans and lives in the area still. Her short fiction can be found at Rumble and The Flask Review.