Tallahassee, FL – January 30, 2013
The post office closes at five. Six if you go to the one on the east side of town. I slide a box over the counter at 5:57 pm. My mind flutters. Hardware store. Groceries. Another string of errands. Half an hour each. Fifteen minutes to drive between them. Back to my house.
Scrapes of time peel away from a day. I don’t understand where it goes. It disappears like chocolate left in a bowl on the kitchen table.
I will leave tomorrow. I will. I will. Even if I am running my nails over an empty ceramic bowl wishing for another piece of candy.