There was a window when one could grocery shop without a mask. There was a window after my mother stopped chemo when she felt better, gained a few pounds. The color returned to her face. Mom offered to finally share her secret spice cake recipe, and I said, “Not now, I don’t have a pen,” but the truth was, I thought writing it down would be bad luck. There was a window of adequate rainfall; climate change seemed fixable. There was a window, after you finally left your wife, when if you had called me, I would still have come.
Kim Magowan is the author of How Far I’ve Come (2022), The Light Source (2019), and Undoing (2018). She is the Editor-in-Chief and Fiction Editor of Pithead Chapel. Find out more at www.kimmagowan.com.
Photo Credit: Dejan Krsmanovic
Glad to’ve not missed the chance to peer through the window into this inexorable vignette.
Dynamite.
Woo, shivers! Great piece.
Beautiful!
Beautiful!
So much expressed in a few words…
A world of stories in so few words…Astonishing! ❤️
I can picture those windows. Well done!
Love this!