Ash

by D.J. Krimmer

I wanted to detach so far from the man she broke. I wanted to be a different person,

I hadn’t realized how many of her walls I had broken down until I watched her build them all back up.

It’s just a clear sandwich bag tied with a red piece of yarn. “You know, sunshine, I kind of feel like this is destiny. Like the red string of fate.”

I'd have to build you a pond and get some lotus flowers. Because the lotus symbolizes growing up through the dark and the mud and blooming into something bright and beautiful.”

When she reaches down, I notice the red string around her wrist, and I know exactly what it’s from. It’s the red yarn I grabbed from Indy’s crochet stuff to tie Sunday’s bag of Starbursts. I wanted to see if she remembered what I told her about it. And now, it’s on her wrist. Shit.