The Shape of Your Head
My short story featured in EllipsisZine.
There’s a gap in my memory of that morning, and it ends in front of our house not long after sunrise. I have no recollection of being on the 486 bus, nor do I remember walking from the bus stop to our road. Sometimes I wonder if I took a cab, which would make sense, given the situation. But I do recall the sunlight casting a heavenly glow on the front garden and the fading grey walls of our house.
How appropriate, I remember thinking. And then I imagined you complaining it was too much of a cliché.