Her butter knife spread his ribcage. Tables turned.
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Table for one. Drinks for two. Missing you.
Everything was new after Dad’s amnesia came back.
He has a nose for danger. It’s pointy.
And now, the end is near. Begin again.
His face said hello but his eyes shattered.
He said nothing, but said it very well
“We’re going to see Mom?”
“Yes,” Dad lied.
The snake charmer went through many, many apprentices.
The squirrel mowed down pedestrians in his dreams.