Love Letters

September 2021

“You knock again and call again: Mum. It takes a few minutes for her to shake herself awake, to snuffle and blink back to consciousness. You wonder if it’d be all right to turn off the TV, you’d never do such a thing in someone else’s home, and this room is her home now. So you wait, in warm air thick with smells of cleaning products and medication.”

Published in the Fall 2021 issue of The Plentitudes, based in New York City.