Every loss a tragedy, every day a time to use to love and care.
Friday was the day they’d finally see each other after quite a while and long ago great friendship.
Thursday, Ponzie died.
You’ve got to stop smoking, he whispers.
I know, I say. He’s warm and strong and yet so vulnerable, I feel it in the way he holds me.
All our friends are dying. I understand his fear. Just go to Match.com, I say.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology