I lit her letter in a bin of regrets
after she trailed freeways away,
leaving me and this small town behind.
I swung a baseball bat against
The screen cracked
like my plastic heart
constructed out of stardust.
The shards settled as ashes
intermingling with the dense
air in a home where she
failed to pay the heat bill.
Each breath fogged my memories
of brighter times.
After I gathered my wits, I smiled
to another day without her.
She returned, asking what had happened to the laptop.
I explained why.
She said it was a lie.
She said the note had nothing to do with me.
She was out of ideas about what to write.
I blamed it on the insecure part of my heart.
“At least, I’ve got something to write about.” Hannah grinned.
“I was going to throw the thing away anyway.”
I blushed as her clothes hit the floor.
“Help me write a love scene,” she said, pulling me with her finger and a seductive glance.
Andrew spent his formative years in Washington State. Andrew discovered a passion for creative writing during high school, penning short stories and poems. Writing became a therapeutic outlet for Andrew as he navigated the challenges of foster care. Following graduation, Andrew enlisted in the army, serving four years as a paratrooper stationed at Ft. Bragg in North Carolina. The experience of putting his life on the line every day instilled a deep appreciation for the fragility of life and strengthened his faith in God. Upon completing his military service, Andrew returned to Washington and obtained a degree in general studies and a bachelor's degree in theology.