My In Laws Demanded My Money At Dawn And I Responded In A Way They Did Not Expect

at this hour, a deep, fading blue that is not quite dark and not quite light, the color of the space between one day ending and another not yet beginning. The yellow chair sits in its corner catching the last of the light, and the light moves across the worn wood the way it has moved across every surface my mother ever touched, gently, without hurry,continue reading …