Theresa Verboort

This is a fictionalized account of events in my life, written as an essay. Best Friends I finally went to talk to her last week. It had...

"They're still at the hospital. C'mon and have something to eat. Don't worry, they'll be back soon." . But I'm not so sure.

The old woman sat dozing on the bench, soaking in the warmth of the sun. Her careworn face was shadowed by the green scarf that hung out...