Until Tomorrow

    We hear her voice calling us to come inside. His little heart drops to the dirt. He doesn’t want to go in, even if there is pepperoni pizza waiting on the table. I don’t want him to go either. He looks up to the deck; so do I. She’s not there yet. There is still time. He drives a yellow and black car –Bumblebee– in the sand, making roads with the miniature tire prints. He hums and makes[Read more]