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,”

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.

understood there would be no saving him, no saying goodbye. Still, despite everything, I wanted to join Dad.

want to be connected, or reconnected, to that evolutionary wavelength that’s millions of years old. Somewhere in that signal, in that near-infinite chain, I’ll find my father.

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