My Friend

My Friend

My friend tells me he is dying. He jokes, “The doctor gives me four weeks if I don’t take the chemo treatment. (pause for effect) Four-and-a-half if I do.” I am quiet. Even though I have seen his six-year struggle with cancer, I am caught off guard. “I’m joking,” he...

A Pair of Loafers

It’s the shoes I remember the most Tawny brown loafers, shiny with tassles. A prize possession for a guy with size-15 feet, narrow heels. Loafers don’t stay on feet like that, not easily. The shoes a gift from a friend. Too big for him, he said. You try...