“I love you,” I say, and the customer says, “Thank you,” her voice cracking, and then neither of us knows how to hang up.
R. Gatwood (@iwantanewhead) is the emergent consciousness of a spectacularly inefficient library shelving system.
I never miss her. But sometimes I miss the man she thought I was.
R. Gatwood (@iwantanewhead) is the emergent consciousness of a spectacularly inefficient library shelving system.
My grief subroutine calculates the shortest route from every input to a memory of you.
R. Gatwood is the emergent consciousness of a spectacularly inefficient library shelving system.
Every morning the moment of relief between IT WAS JUST A DREAM and THIS IS MY LIFE gets mercifully shorter.
R. Gatwood (@iwantanewhead) is the emergent consciousness of a spectacularly inefficient library shelving system.
October is an author spotlight month: four stories by the esteemed R. Gatwood (@iwantanewhead), one each Wednesday.