Day Twenty-Six

Happiest, sweetest, most darling boy in all the whole wide world. That there's proof.

Bloom by Kel

Little bundles of socks and underwear are scattered all across the floor and when JC tries to bring himself up to standing, his palm slips under the book's smooth cover surface and the loose page comes flying out. JC giggles to himself, pawing around until he's at least sitting up, and he reaches for the letter. Everything's happening so fast, lately, the surface of his life is getting so shiny, it'd be nice to look back, remember what came before. And it's all there, their clumsy beginning.

But the letter doesn't stop where it did before.

Lovely and surreal - a story of what-ifs and could've-beens between the what-ares, and appropriately in the end none of it matters except for the what-have-always-beens.