"Come to Thailand with me." Came her quiet plea.
We huddled in our hostel bed, curtains closed to the full room– far from soundproof.
An illusion of privacy.
"Tomorrow?"
Was I too incredulous?
"Or whenever you can."
Pressing gently,
She kissed, "I want more time with you."
I fell, "I want more time with you, too."
About the Creator
kp
I am a non-binary, trans-masc writer. I work to dismantle internalized structures of oppression, such as the gender binary, class, and race. My writing is personal but anecdotally points to a larger political picture of systemic injustice.
The steps to losing a child
Step One: Lose a child. Not what anyone wants to happen and nothing you can do to change it, but you can go through steps to becoming happy again. You can go through steps to loving again. You can go through steps to become a new you because after losing a child you will never be the same person you once were.
By Tabitha Hinkley3 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Sweet and soft! When she says “come,” just go. No questions asked.
Short but vivid.