By the podium, the Oxford cap lay limply underneath a dimly lit candle and a photo of the boy. He was mentioned in the graduation program, a deep ocean of feeling squeezed between parentheses: (in memory of).
She accepted the condolences but didn’t pray with the rest of them. She knew her secret was beyond forgiveness. Her loss felt easier every day. She had started to smile and laugh again. She might even want to have another. The black tar grew inside of her, swallowing her, turning her inside out.