She Was Fading
Michael.
I had spent the night in a waiting room chair with only my jacket for comfort. Delilah’s brother, Michael, came and got me early that morning.
“My parents are working right now,” he said, “If you want, you can go see her.”
I stand up and look at Michael. I’m only a few inches taller than him but he looks small.
I think I know why Delilah talked to me the first time we met; because Michael is the mirror image of me when I was sixteen.
“My parents are working right now,” he said, “If you want, you can go see her.”
I stand up and look at Michael. I’m only a few inches taller than him but he looks small.
I think I know why Delilah talked to me the first time we met; because Michael is the mirror image of me when I was sixteen.