Tears

by Stephen J. Davis
95 words

I remained stoic while Esmeralda ended our relationship. “Well, adiós,” I said, lonely—then all alone.

It wasn’t but five minutes before I started crying. I wiped those first tears with my fingers. When the sobs came, I upgraded to tissue but the rate of saturation was overwhelming. I resorted to holding a bowl under my chin. It proved effective at collecting my salty sadness.

I finally regained my composure after filling up four bowls and placing them in the scorching sun to evaporate.

I used the salt they made to rim a Margarita glass.



Stephen J. Davis teaches Kindergarten near San Francisco , California . He lives with his wife, daughter and two cats.