I Heard My Uncle in the Hall Before I Saw What He’d Brought

the knife’s feelings.

Morning Made It Official

By 7:12 a.m., the hospital had that gray, used-up feeling mornings always have after a bad night.

Coffee smell.

Cart wheels.

A television down the hall playing some local morning show too cheerful for the setting.

The social worker, Janet, arrived with a legal pad and shoes that squeaked.

She was kind, but not continue reading …