“Looks like rain,” Emma’s Grandma Frances said, looking up. Emma squinted up at the vast blue sky, then at her grandmother. “Where?” she asked. “On its way.” Grandma Frances nodded. “Let’s you and I find a place to wait it out.” “A place to hide?” Emma asked, excited by the idea of a new game.
There were bends in the road she could never have anticipated.
Walking down the asphalt path, she felt a quickening. A pull towards happiness. A push from wonder. An intake of breath. Her eyes opened wider. Feet moved faster. Bird song. So loud their music, all other noise evaporated— traffic people the sound of her anticipation. She looked to the trees, expecting to see them full
The only thing she can do is focus on her breath. Try and slow it down, try and make it come from deeper in her lungs. Forget the pain in her knees and feet. Forget that her right hip has gone numb. Keep her eyes two feet in front of her. On the asphalt. On
Emma and her mother walked slowly back from their picnic at the neighborhood park, laughing as they recalled all the fun they’d had. As they rounded another corner, they both had to stop and stare. “Was that tree like that when we came this way before?” Emma’s mother asked, pointing to the tree with a
Further along their walk to the park, Emma pointed out the “Dr. Suess tree” to her mother. “Oh, yes, I see that all right,” Emma’s mother smiled. “It’s dancing!” Emma laughed, skipping ahead. Emma’s mother laughed. “Today, the whole world is like a Dr. Suess book,” she said, and soon found herself skipping along with
“Why is there a man in the sky?” Emma asked her mother as they walked. “What man? You mean God?” Emma’s mother asked. “No, no,” Emma said. “God has a beard. That one. In the clouds. See?” She pointed to the sky full of fluffy clouds. Her mother stopped to look, squinting. “Well, honey,” she
It was late at night two weeks after the funeral when Phil released Henry into a nearby park. “Be healthy little guy, and stay away from the road,” he called, taking a video with his camera. Henry scampered into a thicket of salal without a backwards glance. Wiping unexpected tears from his eyes, Phil reached
That night he couldn’t sleep. He slipped out of bed and got dressed to go outside. He had intended to just go sit out on the front steps, but his feet took him down the street as his mind went over the night’s events again. Tammy had felt like their experiment hadn’t worked. The small
“Mister?” Tammy tugged on his shirt sleeve. “You okay?” He stared at the skinny opossum in the box as an idea formed, and looked at Tammy. “Do you want to help me save this little guy?” “Yeah!” Tammy smiled. Phil nodded, smiling, too. “We’ll bring photos to my Mother, let her know that the opossum