FICTION: easter
the man with the patchwork heart:
it is easter sunday. it is still snowing outside. it has been a long winter, or rather: a winter that his been shifted a couple months later.
easter sunday used to be a highly anticipated and celebrated event, but now their father has not even appeared and it is almost 10. they are sitting across from each other at the small table in the kitchen.
eventually sarah gets up and starts making french toast.
