Dead to Me

“How do you think it feels to be a tree?” she would ask, and he would always reply with, “I don’t know. I’m not a tree.” The encounter would then end in laughter or dead silence, and the rest of…

Nanveet was certain the new girl had been drinking a couple of Cokes every morning and throwing the cans into the wooded patch behind the service station. Who drinks Coke at seven thirty in the morning, he thought. How can a person do that?

I leaned in to kiss his forehead. Please, just another day, another month, I thought. Was a year too much to ask for?