Six sentences for Sunday, November 24:
I didn’t see you again until the first day of school, when you walked onto the bus. You sat down next to me and your left hand closed around my right on the vinyl seat. Your fingers said, Hello, Whiskey, like you’d never left.
I missed you, I told you.
You were smiling, though you were looking past me out the window at the dense green trees that lined your street, never meeting my eye. Of course you did.