A story in 100 words.
She appeared at my table: “Steven. I need your help.”
“Katherine,” and nodded to the empty seat, “Not sure what I can do.”
She sat: “I know what you do.”
“What’s that?”
“The AirStream, the travel …”
“I live alone, government stipend …”
I knew her.
She looked tired: “Brian hits me.”
I nodded & listened.
“Can you help?”
Shrugging: “Probably not.”
Sighing, she left.
We had different definitions of “help.”
War kills everything in you.
Except love.
She shivered when I walked into the funeral home. I walked over and whispered in her ear: “What did you expect, Katherine?”