The Conditions of Will

by Jessa Hastings

This one”—he points to a flower—“is a magnolia,

A few minutes later I come back dressed in just some loose-fitting jeans and a plain white tank, which sounds boring, but honestly, I do look really good when I’m dressed down.

Besides, I can eat lobster any time of the day; I don’t need those sorts of limitations on my life.

I take a photo in my mind, let history rewrite itself for a second. It doesn’t erase it, but it scribbles over it a bit in a louder color.