Sunday, April 1, 2018

When The Needle Skips

"Are you happy?" she asked.

That was over twenty years ago. I hadn't seen her in decades. She crossed my mind when I would poke through old high school annuals. She left us not long after that. Hung herself.

Suddenly this afternoon I sat up wide awake from a nap and I understood the question.

I told her that I was happy and I thought I was telling her the truth. I wasn't happy and I've not spent much time happy since that night.

Now that I understand the question, I think maybe I will be. Check back.

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