They Threw Me Out on Graduation Night and Did Not Expect to See Me Again

said. “It depends on the day. Hate is heavy, and I’m not interested in carrying things for free anymore.”

We parted with a handshake. Our stories had crossed at the point where the past surfaced; they could now diverge again without consequence.

My parents never called.

Grace never wrote.

I saw their names occasionally in brief news items, sanitized statements continue reading …