Her Presence
By: Phil Temples

Sometimes, when I least expect it, I hear whispers of her voice in the discordant sound produced when air blows over a piece of metal. I see her image reflected in the shimmering air over the hot pavement. Some days, I feel her presence when I’m making my first cup of coffee in the morning.

Her spirit was very much in evidence today when she pushed me down in the shower stall and caused me to break my ankle.

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