by Ernest Bruns
“Have you ever noticed the similarity between absence and abscess?” she asked me years ago after her father died. Today I think I understand what she meant, but her absence seems more like an unrelenting cancer than an abscess. I look at the sunset and wish I could reach across the Void to ease the ache. Turning to my oldest daughter, I repeat her mother’s words. “Christ, Dad,” she exclaims as if I have affronted her newfound adulthood. “Do you always have to be so fucking weird?”
Ernest Bruns is an instructional designer and technical writer in Austin, Texas. He is trying to follow his horoscope’s admonishment to practice living in both worlds today.