My boyfriend’s father died today.
I’m halfway across the country and it might as well be a universe.
I was looking up flights out even before I answered the call. But when I asked, he told me no. He said that there were plenty of people there to support him. That the 140 character text messages were all he needed from me.
It’s like I’m floating in space, caught among the stars, but I’m looking down at the world as it implodes and there’s nothing I can do but watch it burn.
Published by Ren Martinez
Ren is a thirty-something Lost Boy whose personal aesthetic is “suspected of witchcraft by local villagers.” She subscribes to cheerful nihilism, the destruction of the patriarchy, and the belief that glitter makes everything better.
She is a Richmond-based writer and performer who has fiction and non-fiction work found in a variety of publications, such as The Mary Sue, RVA Magazine, The Quotable, and Nostrovia Press. She is currently the fiction editor and a regular contributor at Quail Bell Magazine. She is also the co-host of the podcast, This F***ing Guy!
Find out more at renmartinez.com or read her dumbass tweets on Twitter @itsrenmartinez
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