My essay called “The Covered Bridge” has been published by the Minerva Rising Press!
What is scarier than losing track of two six year-old kids in the middle of nowhere in rural New Hampshire, at the hottest time of year?
Mom and I were making dinner in a kitchen the size of a postage stamp, enjoying some adult conversation, when we realized the kids weren’t in the backyard. First I was mildly concerned, but my fear began to grow when neither Mom nor I could them at Ann’s, up the road, probably to visit the donkeys; in the basement; or in the field across the road, where the Burling’s had a horse farm. When we parted ways to search on our own, Mom grabbed her phone and headed to the car.
And then I remembered: The Burling's have a pond. Holy fucking shit. Terror took over.
Without revealing the end of my essay, let’s say I learned a lesson from The Universe, which had been so unkind to me; I was living in a state of despair. I'd endured so much chronic pain for two decades: my spine slowly disintegrating; 12 surgeries; chronic migraine; a massive pulmonary embolism that could have killed me on the spot; and then I had a stroke.
All we wanted were the kids.
Please read and enjoy!