The Circle K on the corner of Sixteenth and Belle where the boy hung out once he was ten. The sidewalk leading to his house where he slept on the love seat all those years because some other child slept in his bed. The bed, the love seat, the photo on the mantle from his youth which was really a photo of that other child, the one the parents preferred. His parents, which seems fair, though fairness is on the way out, along with stories that are true, and songs that come from the heart. Though there are still hearts.
Linda Lowe’s poems and stories have appeared online in Outlook Springs, A Story In 100 Words, What Rough Beast, Misfit Magazine, and others.