I’d been dreading this moment for months. Ever since Mom had come into our kitchen, told me to turn off the TV, and made the announcement.
Since then, I’d been recording everything that happened in my head. Silently observing.
I hadn’t realized it had changed me. Not until Jorge told me to stop acting weird. I couldn’t help it. Everything had changed. I wanted no part of any of it.
Slowly the news leaked out, spreading to every ear, casting its grim shadow over my future.
Suzanne hugged me. “We’ll all miss you.”
Arizona rolls away. Everything known becomes retrospective.
Picture is by Lubomir Walder.