In the Middle Distance
We dress as if for a funeral of a distant acquaintance, hats and all. Anyone can see we are sisters, fair, forties, features a two-way mirror. All the way up there on the subway, I tell myself this will be the time when we will laugh like girls, silly over wine and cake, touch hands, share secrets only those who have slept in the same childhood bed can know. But no. You show me the unscarred side of your face, hide your eyes, speak in riddles, drink black coffee. No sugar. No cream. Greta Bolger Greta Bolger is a writer and visual artist retired and living the dream in NW lower Michigan. Her previous work has appeared in several print and online publications, including Electica, typishly, The Chimaera, Third Coast, Literary Bohemian, Snakeskin and others. She volunteers with art organizations and international efforts to support women and girls in the developing world.
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