Unspeakable Things

by Jess Lourey

And we stood there, in that safe pocket of smiles and laughter, summer dreams and yearbook autographs, and it was the last time we’d all three be together again. Alive, I mean.

I look back at that day and wonder where we’d be now if I’d eaten those strawberries, too. It wasn’t fair that only Sephie had to bear that.