I love crossword puzzles. The labyrinth of letters keeps me company— a distraction, a small reprieve from the throes of life. But I’ve only ever completed a few. I become bored or frustrated, and I crave a fresh page full of empty squares. I’m too proud to flip to the back of my booklet. As in most situations, I’d rather find my own answers. Why should I cheat myself out of the thrill?
You hated my crosswords— said I should spend time with you instead. But now I’m in “the zone,” and I push your pouting face out of memory.… Read More The Last Word (A Short Story)