Making Faces

by Amy Harmon

the light from the streetlight hit him squarely in the face. Fern felt her eyes widen, the breath catching in her throat.

What is this, phantom of the opera?

“Boo, freakin’ hoo! Waaa! You big baby! Do you expect me to feel sorry for you, Ambrose? ‘Cause I don’t.

Bailey is so real, I'm gonna miss him when he dies.

“Think about it. There isn’t heartache if there hasn’t been joy. I wouldn’t feel loss if there hadn’t been love. You couldn’t take my pain away without removing Bailey from my heart. I would rather have this pain now than never have known him. I just have to keep reminding myself of that.”