I don’t know whether to say you are welcome or thanks a lot.

I wish there was a word that meant both.

She sat there at her desk with poor posture listening to the song over and over.

It had the usual specks of a U Haul you borrow for the day: A Mom’s attic and an accidental scrape. The side of it advertising Vancouver, which was really important, because that is how I met Lance.

My room feels like a dusty trophy case. Nostalgic and sitting there.