Come On Somebody

by Christine Breen

Last Day of April
by CBWilliams

Getting used to this being alone required a skill beyond her, she thought. It was on the far side of road, as if the sunny side was always over there—the place she couldn’t get to. Although she’d travelled some distance from the initial grief-pain of  death to where she was now—
standing still in her garden listening to the barn swallows Chideep Chideep
there was a wide gulf between here and there.
She turned the key and went inside.