Here’s my latest short story contribution to ALL AUTHORS MAGAZINE!
Short Story Station
Constant as the Day
It’s what your grandmother used to say: Constant as the day. You probably don’t remember that, though. She died before you were old enough to appreciate her wisdom. It just means that certain things in life will never change—no matter the consequences.
I saw you go in there this afternoon, into your bedroom closet, the way you’ve done a thousand times before. This time was different. The air lacked its charge, that spark your presence always added. I guess I expected this moment—God knows most of the family had already accepted it. But acceptance doesn’t come easy to a mother.
That you’d be the one to deny me grandchildren—that had been established long ago. I know, I have three other children. There will be plenty of little ones running around the house again one day. It’s just…
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