Irreversible

by Jennifer Hartmann

I feel like the simplest moments in life are the ones we take for granted. We don’t appreciate the power in them until they are nothing but soulful memories.

“Every second spent living in the past is a second wasted in the present—and there’s nothing worse than waste.”

The lion and his lone gazelle. She’s all mine.

“How was your date?” Averting my eyes, I shake my head as I reach for a paring knife. “I told you my meeting with Jasper wasn’t a date.” “Did you wear a dress?” “Nope. Hoodie and jeans.” “Was your hair down?” I blink over at him and position a stalk of celery on a cutting board. “Yes.” “He’s already dead.”