My Parents Saw My Son And Knew

looked over his shoulder like the walls might be listening. That old habit. In our town people talked with their curtains.

He moved aside.

“Get inside.”

What They Thought They Knew

The house smelled exactly like it used to. Lemon cleaner. Old carpet. Pot roast soaked so deep into the wallpaper it had become part of the place. The ceramic duck by the umbrella continue reading …