The first story! The illustration will follow later today.
You talk about memories, and the first time you remember meeting someone, whether it was sharing an umbrella at the tram stop or him passing you a napkin at the church picnic when ice cream dripped down your collar or him making a delivery to the office and resting his hand next to the typewriter on the piece of paper you used to test the tape when you first put it in—but Maggie couldn’t remember that moment at all. A square parade of envelopes twisted down her recollection, one much like the other, slipped under her door and taped to the knob, long before she could name the hesitantly smiling face that passed her sometimes on the stair in the morning. (But never at night. No, thank God, not at night.) Read More