May 2025

Aloft, Writing

Aloft 1.3

I wondered if when I died that gap would close and I would actually touch him again. Would that be the moment when my soul left my body? Is that all that held us apart, this body, my cage? Could I step out of it, just for a moment?
My eyes snapped open.
I was alone.
Too far.

Aloft, Writing

Aloft 1.2

I sat down in the swinging chair while the dog ate. It was a gift. It was thoughtful. They always were so thoughtful until they weren’t.

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