My Childhood Sweetheart Asked Me to Sign a Special Folder in Room Four Hundred Seven

one he had left to me with the promise that I would always have a roof over my head.

I went back into the kitchen and turned off the overhead light, leaving only the small yellow bulb over the stove burning.

I sat in the dark, watching the shadows stretch across the linoleum floor.

The red letters of the collection notice seemed to glow under the yellow continue reading …