Another one, from out of nowhere yet it has a place it’s going, Suicide Notes, started today:
Have you ever stood between a man and suicide and failed to be that wall? Have you ever felt the pang of the defeat, the looking back and seeing all the signs you saw listed in that pamphlet they gave you at the service? Recognizing much too late the shading maple trees, the fluff of blue wild chicory, the wide lush pastures that smelled too sweet along the long dark path?
I’d told her all about my father; because she asked so often. A way for us to become closer she’d said. Audrey, my live-in girlfriend, getting lost in sensitivity again.
This is going to be three stories woven into one, a trick of time.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology