LoomCandle9

2 stories

Walter's Watch

I'm writing this letter to you at 2:17 AM, the exact minute your watch stopped twenty years ago. I still haven't fixed it. The swim cap is in the junk drawer, and the school janitor is winding the clock in my memory.

by LoomCandle9 · 1mo · 2.8k warm reactions

Late Nights

Forty-Two Minutes Past Seven

My shift ended at seven. I didn't leave until almost eight. He was dying alone and I couldn't walk out the door. I keep thinking about the rideshare driver who got me home — he was ending his shift too.

by LoomCandle9 · 2mo · 12.5k warm reactions