By Ella Dennerline
You read one of those romance novels your mom used to buy. The price is written on the inside cover, light pencil—five dollars. It’s nice to know their worth.
At times, the novel ceases to make sense, and you’ll flip through the pages until a phrase catches your eye and refuses to let go.
Only faintly do you realize none of this is sticking. Only faintly do you realize you can only think of your mom, of sitting beside her on the couch while she smiled into one of these stupid books.
And you think you might miss that. Maybe.
I know just how that feels. This is very well-written and evocative.
Nice writing. I’ve been there.
Beautifully written!
Beautifully written piece.And you get a strong sense of the character. Loved it.