Thursday in December, Maybe Six Years Ago (I’m Not Counting)

Photo by Jennifer Prewitt By Jennifer Prewitt On the hill I realized I was grossly underdressed. Wind blown snow giving cold kisses on our cheeks. “You go first,” and I did. We sled for hours, laughing when the thorns swallowed me up, the roses long dead. After, we sat in my car while it warmed…… Continue reading Thursday in December, Maybe Six Years Ago (I’m Not Counting)

Waverly

Photo by Hannah Blair By Jennifer Prewitt It’s been, what? Five months? And the time before that, even longer. I wish you were here. I wish you were here. The city is big. Loud. The people are nice. Kind of like you. They’re loud, too. Just like their home. It feels small, sometimes. Four days…… Continue reading Waverly