My Seventy Eight Year Old Neighbor Gave Me A Key To Her Shed And I Was Not Ready For What I Found

old, laughing at something happening just beyond the frame, her whole face open with it.

She looked exactly like a photograph of my mother at twenty that had sat on the mantelpiece in our house my entire childhood.

A memory surfaced then, the involuntary kind that arrives fully formed.

Several weeks after I had moved in, I had been showing Mrs. Whitmore continue reading …