THE WIND PHONE

It Took Me 36 Years to Sit at the Feet Of Sadness

Crying meant losing you all over again, so I refused

My grandmother, Alžbeta with my grandfather, Michal. (Photo from Author’s archives)

It was the kind of phone call that wielded the power to cleave time. Once received, life would forever be split between the ‘before’ and the ‘after.’

“Hello?” I answered.