It was all based on a fact that had little or nothing to do with what he spoke of. I didn’t mind and I didn’t correct him. I just waited for the sun to come up and throw me into the next day with no regard to his theories or pleas to remain in the evening. The only thing I was sure about in those times was time, the way it moved, but mostly the way it disappeared.
Published by Erin Rose Belair
I am multi-genre writer specializing in travel, ad-copy, and nonfiction prose. A recent graduate with my MFA I am spending my new found time rambling around the world, practicing yoga, and searching for the best salad ever. View all posts by Erin Rose Belair