Local Woman Missing

by Mary Kubica

“Delilah colors pictures for me on my sidewalk with chalk. I find bouquets of dandelions on my front porch from her. Last year, when I broke my hip, she carried my mail to the door every day. She’s a darling girl.”

i cry

I’m left with you. Someone else might try and make small talk with you. But I just stand there like some dope, not sure what to say. I should say something to make you feel better, but I can’t find the words. Anything I might say would sound stupid. So I say nothing.