My Son Told Me Not to Come for Christmas but Two Days Later My Phone Would Not Stop Ringing

between loss and something else I chose not to name yet. Eventually they got back into the Uber, which had been running its meter patiently throughout, and drove away, and the street returned to its ordinary Christmas Eve quiet.

I went back to my chair. I finished the scotch. I sat for a long time in the silence of my own house, which is a different continue reading …