by Janel Gradowski
I am drinking orange juice and reading the Sunday comics when you remember. You were reading too when the phone rang. You returned to your precious book and forgot about the message, until now. He said he loved me and couldn’t live without me. The words in your book were more important than his words for me. I dump cheap vodka into my juice and read his obituary.
Janel Gradowski is a daughter, wife, mother, dog owner, writer, jewelry designer, occasional teacher and blogger. She writes fiction to help maintain her sanity.