Whiteness
Amazing how nine pictures of a stretch of land could take my breath a way and almost make me cry and how such a white hot bright light existed on the day they were taken and I wasn’t even there in the right side of the picture but it’s right there, right there in the right side of the pictures a bright white light just like light outside today that I sat outside in today and had my lunch. Today I sat outside in it and let the breeze blow right over me and loved being in it and came up here to get back to it and saw the one last thing that I hadn’t deleted because it had the those nine pictures and there was the bright white light. So distracted by the weather, the beauty of it, I left my orange bag under the table where I was eating and walked away with just my phone and the Bella paper I was reading, got all the way to the back of my building when a smashing white smile attached to a suit and a beautiful man grabbed my arm, “Ma’am – you left your bag”. I thanked him and neglected to say anything charming or worthwhile or flirty or memorable. He was gorgeous and I can’t remember what he looks like. All I can see is the bright white light in the nine photos of my tiny island and the day around me, behind me out of my office and I know that I am forgetting everything and it is suddenly, suddenly so very very very sad on what was such a happy happy day. Fuck. fuck. It is really slipping away from me.

Kimberly Lenora Stansfield
When Emily’s ring had to be returned.