Behind the Venue, My Husband Handed Me a Scrapbook Pulled From the Dumpster

of musicians who have lost the room.

David moved without saying anything. He walked toward the service corridor doors. Barbara asked where he was going. He said he was going to get his daughter’s gifts, if they were still salvageable, and he kept walking.

The few minutes he was gone felt very long.

Barbara stood in the center of the room as it thinned continue reading …