Forget Me Not

by Julie Soto

“Maybe someone could talk me into a flower.” Her voice is low. Vowels round and slow. “You already are a flower.”

“What’s an amaryllis look like?” Hazel says, turning to where Elliot pointed out the calla lilies. “I don’t keep them in the shop anymore.”

You may think everything ends one day, but you haven’t had ‘everything’ with me.”