The after

April 6, 2017

They talked of ghosts in the woods. I think I saw one like a sparrow, she said, but it has been so long since we’ve seen real birds, I can hardly remember.

He remembered the spring blooms in the desert, the wildflower hikes he took with his parents along mountain paths. Sometimes I wonder if we’ll ever see something real again, he said. Sometimes I wonder why our parents had us. Didn’t they know what was about to happen?

They probably couldn’t imagine the after, she said. And now, we can’t imagine what it was like before.

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