Before was October, skeptical that you’d text, but managing a word here or there.
In September there was some hope, some rebalancing and figuring out where we fit each other.
August was our bittersweet denouement, spending every possible moment together, as if that could ward off my impending departure date.
But July. Oh, July.
Welcome to Microvember, my take on NaBloPoMo. Each day this month I’ll be posting microfiction, short vignettes, or poetry, accompanied by photography.
Is this piece fact or fiction? The world may never know–and that’s the fun of Microvember.