Tell the tales of the trail of dead
Lovers learned from slower hands
Lovers learned from slower hands
He’d never asked if Maea could cook, although he supposed she must be able to in order to have survived on her own. Liam sprinkled some herbs into the stew as she chopped onions behind him. A few spices and a bay leaf later, he was content with the flavorings. The onion, once it was chopped, went in right behind, and after a few good stirs, the meal was set to simmer for a while.
”At the table, usually,” he said, opening an upper cabinet to procure two bowls and two glasses. ”It’s just habit. With -“ he swallowed, then forced the words out. ”With the kids, it was all about having an intentional meal together as a family.” Nowadays, even though it was just him, sometimes it felt as though their ghosts came to keep him company.
”At the table, usually,” he said, opening an upper cabinet to procure two bowls and two glasses. ”It’s just habit. With -“ he swallowed, then forced the words out. ”With the kids, it was all about having an intentional meal together as a family.” Nowadays, even though it was just him, sometimes it felt as though their ghosts came to keep him company.
Losing self in myself
And my demons make demands
And my demons make demands
Liam
