patricia

Hazy with sleep, I hear distant music, growing louder. My cell phone. I look at the clock. 5 am. “NOT again!” Woken the day before with a call from our toddler’s gym, reminding about enrollment. The time difference. My own fault…forgot to shut it off, even after yesterday. A voice. “There’s been an accident.” The haze deepens then vanishes. He is dead. Regret oozes. Yesterday’s quarrel. Never to end.