Among the editing and rewriting of this story, one thing kept coming back that I didn’t really think I needed to handle: why she did in fact even think of talking to Brad. So, this is for Jim Murphy, and it is to the narrator’s credit that while it may seem shallow, remember the true turn of events.
Six feet two of suntanned brown and golden haired male body topped with seagreen eyes and a damned great smile fly through the years like so much dust to plant a crystal clear full color photo in your head.
I don’t feel the necessity to explain any more than this. If you’ve been married many years and have one of those days and an old lover calls, I think you’ll understand.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology