dad…dinner!

                           “Dad, where do you want to eat dinner?” “At the table.  Isn’t that where I always eat? At the table?” He makes it sound like he’s talking to an idiot. “Your plate and glass from lunch were on the patio.  So that’s not strictly true, is it?” “You don’t…

seen and unseen

Maybe it was time to move, she thought. But go where? Everything was better before that restaurant arrived downstairs – before those umbrellas popped open. Had they even gotten permission to string them across the street like that – blocking everyone’s view? The restaurant came, and now carrying her heavy shopping bags to her second…