Uncle John Isn’t Really My Uncle
He’s just a man who works at the candy company. When he visits, he brings me and Mom bags of malformed candies, the ones that weren’t good enough to package. Chocolates with chunks missing. Gummy bears sliced in half. Every night he calls his wife and daughter. “Shhh,” he says to us. “I love you, goodnight,” he whispers into the phone. After dinner, Mom and Uncle John dance in the backyard. I watch from my window. Mom puts her head on Uncle John’s shoulder. I run my tongue over my teeth, feeling for the last sweet bits still stuck inside.Photo Credit: JLS Photography
but if he isnt your uncle then who is he
this is not a malformed sweet – it is a delight of a story – solid writing
Outstanding.
Loved this. It’s quite sad and beautiful.
AWESOME