Tag: intergenerational story

The AIMs came. Quiet. Without fuss. Like memory in motion.

She didn’t say goodbye. She just said, “That’s enough for now.”

“Anything happen?” “Yes. You are loved.”

“If she ever opens this again… she’s ready.”

“You gonna stay?” “I’m not programmed to leave.”

“That’s him,” she whispered. “That’s my Freddie.”

“You filled a drawer.” “You filled a space.”