childhood

She used the yellow crayon to dial into the past

For thirteen years she had heard of him. The impact of his hardships on her current day-to-day life. The season was over and they had lit their last candle.

She wanted to know the full story. All of it. She picked up the receiver and used the yellow crayon to dial into the past. For the time was now.

He picked up immediately and she was struck by his deep voice. He asked her “how is life treating ya?”

She laughed and asked in return “how much time you got?”

All the time in the world, yet none of it.

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