Come Back Home

With her eyes closed, she visions his face. Her forehead wrinkles with pain. She can still feel his breath from this morning’s kiss. The phone rings.

The machine picks up and she hears a voice ask, “Has he come home?”

Sighing, she opens her eyes. “Baxter!” she yells. “Old Dotson, promise you’ll never leave again.”


Lashauna D. Hinton.