By JB Starre
I squinted as the setting sun crept from behind a grove of trees into the open. In the orange-tinged light your face looked younger, the creases soft and faint. You were smiling as you told a joke, and though I’ve forgotten the punchline I remember the way you raised your eyebrows as you said it, a challenge almost, daring me not to laugh.
This was your way. Always joking. [Read more…] about 30