October 11, 2015
In a parallel time, "text" is not a verb. There is only "talk," "touch," and "hear." In this parallel time, a babies still turn away with a mischievous, shy smile whenever their mother looks in their direction. A father would be home late and tiptoe into his daughter's room, he's careful not to wake her, but struggling to keep himself from hugging her tight and kissing her plump cheeks. He likes the smell of apples in her hair, and this is all he can think about on the car on his way home. He keeps hoping he'll catch her awake.