Tag: Saturday

Echos of our former life ring in the drip from the kitchen sink. “Saturday” is scrawled on the chalk board. Empty. Hallow. Inauthentic because we do not live here anymore. We pass through on our way back to there. My mother-in-law’s house. “Saturday” mocks. How long has it been since regularly scrawling the day’s name,…… Continue reading Chalk Board