Silent Candles
Yeshasvi Mahadev
“Jeremy—”
“Bye, Mom.”
“Will you—”
“Be home by ten? Yes, I will.”
“But—”
“Drop Jackie off first, I know.”
Without a backwards glance, or a kiss farewell,
The door snapped shut.
She sighed,
Setting her own birthday cake aside.
“That’s not what I meant.”
tinypurpleme
Summer/Fall 2015
31