Reflections

Reflections

I tip the box and the pieces pour out. Colors and patterns emerge as I flip each one face up and lay it back on the table. The maker of the puzzle hasn’t included a picture of what the end result will look like. All I can do is start. Attempting to make sense of a...
Look Up

Look Up

The house is quiet. Windows dark. Standing at the kitchen counter she stirs her morning coffee and looks down at her phone. Mindlessly, she chooses the familiar blue icon. Faces smiling. Animals lounging. A thumbs up and a heart. A twinge of despair as an old friend...