Life After You
A Short Story
I told all the well-meaning ears and worried eyes that I was alright. I became skilled at saying it. Practiced manifesting a lake- tranquil on the surface. All glitter and grace. I learned to reflect back the blithe demeanor of others.
They called me Poised and Strong and Resilient.
They would tell me that I was still young. I had time. Some even gently patted my…