Not Quite Dead Yet

by Holly Jackson

Jet found Billy’s eyes and she found his. Hazel and blue. One blink and a thousand silent words.

“Yeah,” Billy said. “I’ve thought about leaving, I have.” He glanced over at her, Jet saw in the corner of her eye. “But there was always something keeping me here.”

That final week, not quite long enough, not quite dead yet. But if it’s a frog to you, then it’s a frog to me too. And (I swear) I’ll always play it (I do), Because I wrote this little song…for Jet.