Grandma is in a lot of pain. You can tell from the way she is holding herself. Her elbows are subtly shaking, pressed into her tiny porcelain body. She is sitting in her
In The Car
My dad is driving. My dad always drives when we’re in Germany. Outside my window cars are whooshing by at great speed. My dad loves driving on the Autobahn.
“How are you doing?” June asks me. June is my boss. She’s in her mid-sixties, with beautiful, unapologetically grey curls. She is wearing black rectangular glasses, a white top and blue linen
The next morning is a Monday, and I wake up confused. Things feel more normal, but also… not. I get dressed slowly. Black leggings and a cozy grey sweater. Also, a sense of