In Bloom

by Paul Tremblay

he joked that she was always in a rush to drive away. She said, “The opposite. I’m always driving toward something,”

There are always truths submerged within stories, and her job is, if not to dredge them up, then to invite readers onto her own chartered boat, guiding them so that they may uncover those truths from the murky waters for themselves.

Perhaps like most stubborn men, he didn’t know how to admit to being wrong without foolishly feeling like he was negating himself and everything in which he believed.

Heidi has learned never to underestimate the mysteries of the whys, truths, and lies we tell each other.