My mother left this world two years ago yesterday. Yesterday
I wanted to write something, but didn’t know what to write, so I just worked on
a short story wherein a woman’s 25-year-old daughter goes missing. In the story
the mother puts on a pair of the daughter’s shoes and vows to wear them until
her daughter returns.
This morning I realized that the slippers I brought with me
to the Vermont Studio Center were my mom’s. I’ve been slipping into them
everyday here after I leave my snow-caked boots in the front entryway.
3 comments:
oh my, how interesting
hope you find you
Well, that is a lovely short short story.
What A said. You wrote a complete and beautiful story in this post.
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