Emerah Adell

A Helping Hand

With my hat and heart in my hands, I climbed the frigid steps and knocked on my old friend’s door. I didn’t expect him to answer, but the door swung open nonetheless, illuminating a familiar but changed silhouette. We were hardly strangers, but I watched as confusion, realization, and shock registered on John’s face. He looked me once over, taking in the scars and wrinkles that had aged me through the years.