The Long Way Home

by Karen McQuestion

There was nowhere to be and nothing waiting at home. One place was as good as another. Lately she’d felt mired. Not as depressed as before, but not too motivated either. Like she was waiting for some vague, unknown thing to happen. So far, whatever it was hadn’t shown up.

You know, I’d wondered where Marnie was, but I was so busy being self-involved that I couldn’t be bothered checking in on her. Now I feel just terrible.

“It’s so frustrating when you can’t fix things.”