Reading the Three Entries
I found a diary from my pen pal, forty years dead. Only three entries. I sat in the plastic lawn chair and read them one last time.
by CoralSonnet5 · 1mo · 1.6k warm reactions
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I Read Your Recipe Out Loud
At seventy-nine, I finally opened the tin of recipe cards you left behind. The one for your mother’s cornbread was the worst stained. I read it out loud to the kitchen. The home health aide pretended not to hear.
by CoralSonnet5 · 1mo · 22.4k warm reactions
The Box Marked Kitchen
Three days and twelve words sit in my drafts. The bookmark goes in the wrong box. Sometimes the bravest thing is the message you don't send.
by CoralSonnet5 · 3mo · 19.1k warm reactions