Disarticulated Life: No Grand Departure

by William R. Soldan

No Grand Departure

Before you’ve had the chance to grow into anything it’s time to go.

Your mother has an apartment sale. We need the money, she says. To get where we’re goin’. And we just don’t have the room.

So you watch as strangers enter and leave and enter and leave, making low-ball offers and taking things, the twinkle of coins and the rasp of a few small bills telling you already what your life is worth.

The room you shared with your brother emptied, all but what can fit in the car. Not much. A small car. And your brother, gone. Your sister. And this home is not your home.


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