PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
Winter solstice always reaches its fingers out, one hand into the past and one towards the future. I hear a crow’s caw and wonder from which it comes. Eddie’s scent lingers in the closet. His social media status changed back to “in a relationship.” He posts he’s spending Christmas in Mexico with his “new hottie.” Couldn’t he have the mercy to block me?
I’m on my morning walk with Chauncey. The pond isn’t frozen, but a big storm is predicted. If I jump in tonight, they won’t find my body until Spring.
But then who will feed and walk Chauncey?
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