Small Conceits

Musings. Stories. Poems.


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Yesterday at Luna Music:

I close my eyes, open my arms wide, and smile, breathing in the old-building smells, the platistic-y must of album covers and CDs, and — best of all — the sounds of young men, music enthusiasts, chatting excitedly near the register.

I open my eyes to find my sister, head cocked quizzically, smiling at me.

“What?” she asks.

“I spent a good part of my late 20s and early 30s in places like these,” I tell her quietly, lowering my arms. My smile remains but changes shape a little.

I watch her connect the dots.

“Sometimes I forget to heal things,” I tell her.

And she puts her arms around me and pulls me close, helping me to begin yet again.

Author: Denise

I'm Denise. I'm a dog lover, a nature fanatic, a hiker, and a future yurt-dweller. I believe that stories lurk in all the tiny moments that make up our everyday lives. They wait, curled into themselves, until someone finds them and jailbreaks them, leading them out into the light. I have a flashlight. Follow me!

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