by Elizabeth Jaeger

Four o’clock is the hardest part of the day. If Dad were alive, it would be cocktail hour. He’d make drinks and we’d sit and talk. Or rather, I’d talk. He’d listen. Now, he’s not here, but sometimes I make that drink anyway and go outside — alone. On the deck, I perch in silence, missing Dad. I never knew silence could be so sad or that if you sit still long enough you can hear the leaves falling off the trees. They’re so light, so easily carried on the wind, but when they fall, they sound not unlike rain. 

Elizabeth Jaeger’s essays, short stories, book reviews and poetry have been published in various print and online journals, including The Write LifeCapsule StoriesWatchung Review, Ovunque Siamo, Peacock Journal, Boston Accent Lit, and Italian Americana. Newtown Literary published an excerpt from her novel-in-progress. She is the book review editor at Ovunque Siamo. When Jaeger isn’t reading or writing, she enjoys going hiking and taking road trips with her son. Arabella Luna Friedland is a visual artist and writer based in New York City. She’s influenced by a childhood with cartoons, a classical education in anatomy and life drawing, and a firm belief that all art — is a portrait.   

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