The light of it woke her, not the heat. The whole sky burned. She rose and ran toward the blaze, looking for her lover and son and the daughter who could not walk.
The flames had already taken too much.
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We took the stairway all the way to the top, where we could watch the sun slip away. So we could slip away. And then, just before we jumped, you pulled back, and I was the only one to fall.
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He knew where all the women sat. He knew which stop led them home. He knew what they ate for dinner, who they called, when they fell asleep. They were predictable.
He would take the one with high-heeled boots first.
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Here, he says. It’s all I could find.
Where did they come from? I say.
You don’t need to know.
He’s right. I don’t need to know. I just need to feed our dying girl whatever there is to eat.
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The way the sun came up that day was perfect. Lovely. Hopeful. But the water held something in its deep, something dark, unknown, stirred still by white-capped waves. If we could have known. If we could have seen.
What then?
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We did not know all the ways we were torn. We did not know they would mean so much. We did not know mistakes sit like holes punched in a life, emptying us while we aren’t looking.
Now we do.
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