The weather was good today, you answer whenever I ask how are you, how was your day. I don't know when we stopped talking about what mattered the most because you won't tell me. I ask are you ... [+]
Multiple award-winning author, Jacqueline Seewald, has taught creative, expository and technical writing at university. Twenty of her books of fiction have been published. Her short stories, poems, essays, reviews and articles have appeared in hundreds of diverse publications and numerous anthologies. "The Quarrel" is in Short Circuit #04, Short Édition's quarterly review.
Sun came out after rain.Thought I'd never see the sun smile again.Should have knownit wasn't gone for good.But your eyes turned so dark.I fell into those open graves and was buried alive,Roman catacombs at midnight.Had to stumble my way outonly to findyour coffined lids nailed shut against me.Thunder reverberated in your unspoken reproach.Then it began to rain.Lord, I never knew the sky could open up that way!Great tears gushing down the ethereal cheeks of heavendrenching the earth in a sea of misted salt.But then I kissed your eyes,and the storm blew away.You glowed until you becamethe corona