Where the River Ends

by Charles Martin

The healthy and the damned. It is a weird, parallel universe.

Love might leave, but the memory of its touch and the hope of its return doesn’t. Ever. It’s like that street in Hollywood where all the stars press their hands in the wet concrete. Abbie had long ago pressed her imprint into my heart. There on that elevator, Heather tried to place her hand into the dried form but it wouldn’t fit.

people wear their inside hurts on their outside self.

It is what it was.

“When you wake up and discover the hurt places, don’t run. Sink your paddle in and ride the river.”