The Birth of Yesterday

A quickie between the narrator and Angela, his step sister.

Remembering her, as plainly as the days when we were two. The sun used to shine a little brighter in the skies above our town, the air breathed easier and the hours rolled smoother than I can recall today. Everything glows dimmer. Voices sound rushed, fleeting, going somewhere and fast but without a destination in mind. I didn't think I could carry on beyond the first year after her...Read On