Tell The Wolves I'm Home

by Carol Rifka Brunt

“That’s what I want for you,” he said. “I want you to know only the very best people.”

I felt like I had proof that not all days are the same length, not all time has the same weight. Proof that there are worlds and worlds and worlds on top of worlds, if you want them to be there.

The sun kept on with its slipping away, and I thought how many small good things in the world might be resting on the shoulders of something terrible.