We All Fall Down
3 min readApr 5, 2021
Jane closes her eyes as the warm air caresses her face. She takes a deep breath, savoring the hint of smoke that fills her nostrils. It reminds her of Tom and all the times he would spend with his smoker. Her favorite was always his smoked turkey. Thanksgiving just wasn’t the same without them.
She stands on her balcony and looks toward the horizon at the white, billowing clouds and the flickering orange light. Soon she will hear…