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

stayed behind and found a clean napkin and began gently dabbing at the edge of the memory book, carefully, without being asked.

Barbara stood near her birthday cake, untouched, the candles dripping wax down into the frosting.

David collected the gifts into the bin with the slow care of someone handling something salvaged from a fire. I put on my coat.continue reading …