Yoav Rosenberg

For The Car

Now it was only an hour until visitor hours were over at the hospice. Cleanup at work took too long and now I am late for the bus. I sighed and checked my phone, squinting at the cracked and dimmed screen. It was a text from Mom saying she would be home late today again. “Alex, go ahead and fix yourself something to eat. And tell your uncle that I said hi.”