“Dear Ralphie” by Ledia Xhoga
Just a few months ago you were a pink-faced, crying infant.
Just a few months ago you were a pink-faced, crying infant.
I brew a pot of coffee and try not to think of the corpse in the basement.
She sat on the bench and watched the sun drip into the ocean. Barefoot couples stood on the beach and clicked their wine glasses in a toast to another beautiful day . . .