Catching Plane

Checked baggage. Shoes in tub. Gate found. Time to spare. We roam the airport. I reach for your hand, as if you are still three. You pull away and grimace. After all, you’re 11 years and 12 days. I choose People magazine over Us, Reese’s over Snickers, glance at you, looking at caps. When was … Continue reading Catching Plane

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