Tag: charlie, grief, loss, love, vera

As I load my shirt into the washer for the night, I daydream about making a sign and hanging it around my neck. It could read, I MISS CHARLIE KHAN.As I drive home, I picture other signs- one for everyone who has a secret. Bill Coro’s would say, I CAN’T READ, BUT I CAN THROW A FOOTBALL. Me. Shunk’s would read, I WISH I COULD TOSS YOU ALL ON AN ISLAND BY YOURSELVES. Dad’s would read, I HATE MYSELF FOR NO GOOD REASON.

As I load my shirt into the washer for the night, I daydream about making a sign and hanging it around my neck. It could read, I MISS CHARLIE KHAN.As I drive home, I picture other signs- one for everyone who has a secret. Bill Coro’s would say, I CAN’T READ, BUT I CAN THROW A FOOTBALL. Me. Shunk’s would read, I WISH I COULD TOSS YOU ALL ON AN ISLAND BY YOURSELVES. Dad’s would read, I HATE MYSELF FOR NO GOOD REASON.