Forever in my mind, he relaxed at a table surrounded by friends, the neck of a beer bottle held loosely between long fingers, his other hand gesturing a narrative point to support his story. He had an intensity about him, the electromagnetic capacity to hold his audience spellbound in a way I never could. But no matter the gravity of a topic, he couldn’t remain serious for long, often dissolving into laughter, along with the rest of us. When he listened, he listened. When he spoke, he spoke. But, I thought, when someone could make him laugh, that person gifted us with something small, yet wonderful.
Published by S. G. Baker
S.G. Baker is a writer and editor of fiction who penned the Hopeful Wanderer web series. She has authored climate fiction, fantasy, and horror short stories in Little Blue Marble, With Words We Weave: Hope, and Road Kill: Texas Horror by Texas Writers, Vol. 2. View all posts by S. G. Baker