“Tonight will be our last sunset. You will never see me again.” I always knew it would be this way at the end. I haven’t told you I’m leaving of course. How could I? We sit side by on the beach. The waves are the only sound between us. You’ve felt this day coming… I’ve seen the worry of it on your and in the way your eyes don’t scrunch up quite as tight when you smile at me but instead your brows...
The sound of my sister sweeping downstairs begins to nudge me out of sleep. There is no sign of daylight thanks to the thick curtain I have hung over the only window in my room. Curtain is a loose description for the thick scraps of velvet material I found at goodwill and hand stitched into a makeshift shield between my bedroom and the drab town of Bedmont.
Whsssh whsssh whsssh… the hard fibers ...
