One morning in January, when all was lost, a man rolled himself up inside the braided rug of the foyer of his home. It felt good there. It reminded him of how the nurses taught him and his wife to swaddle their babies, for comfort. Tight, tight. Babies are frightened of their own bodies. Un-used to the freedom of movement. It’s like a new womb…
You can read the whole story HERE . Many thanks to editor, Randall Brown!
Such a quirky, charming, wonderful story. I want to reduce myself to the size of a gnat, crawl inside your brain and just hang out for a while.
Aw, thank you, Jayne. : )