From The Last First Friday

“You don’t look ready to go.  Want something to eat or coffee?”  The boy asked and placed the book on the side table.  He sat on the ottoman and studied his Grandfather.

“Hey, no.”  Kevin said after a moment.  “No, you can’t.  See I know now.”

 

He stared into his grandfather’s face.

 

“Not now Grandpa, I know what it means.”  Kevin pleaded.  “I know what The Last First Friday means.”

 

Yesterday was like it just happened and like it never happened all at the same time.  Today was like yesterday and time moved back and forth and slipped away and Brandt blinked his eyes.

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