Forty years had passed since they’d split under unusual circumstances. The phone call Catlyn had received just yesterday felt ghostly. The voice on the other end of the line was his—except that didn’t make sense. Jody was dead. Or so she thought. After the call, Catlyn rifled through a box of mementos and found his…
Tag: #lost
Circa 1973 (age thirteen) © Elsa Wolf
Lost All alone, standing in the meadow, in the wind, thinking of times past and times to come. As she stood there, she started to think of the surrounding nature. It seemed so free, not having to wonder about anything. But this was not true.
