Walking quickly to the house, away from work and cold. It takes too long to sit there with a match to start the propane heater. Shivering from the wind that blows in through the cracks and chills the bones so that I’m shivering still.
I cannot see a future, but the past was just last week. The warmth from sun and windless Indian Summer. I want it back.
Can I just close my eyes and travel back in time or has it disappeared completely just because I never took a picture?
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology