
one last time
Using both hands, I squeeze the toothpaste tube to get out what little is left inside. A morsel of the past thrusts out with escaping air. Next time, I will have to brush my teeth with the new and unfamiliar toothpaste I bought at a local store. *** As I drove out of the driveway, I did not turn. In the rearview mirror, however, stood … Continue reading one last time