Tag: widowhood

  • A Way Home

    A Way Home

    Ashesmore like sand in     a plastic box inside     a cardboard cartonwith his name printedon the label.That’s all.Ninety minutes of brake! andaccelerate!on the four-lane,again at the four-ways and traffic lightson the snakingdetours.I watch my estimatedarrival timetick past the appointment time and inchtoward the 4:00 closing time.  I call,shouting into the car speakerthat I’ll be late. She…