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

me pies and talked to me over the fence and waved when I came home from work and had never once told me.

And she had been drawing my mother’s face for thirty years before I came to live two houses away from her.

I drove to my mother’s house in the city with the photographs on the passenger seat and the letter in my coat pocket, and I drove without fully continue reading …