Sublime

Not leaving: an act of trust and love, often deciphered by children

Not one person they met addressed Sarah or asked where he was taking her.

I owed it to Eugenio, the boy, who, assuming they had taken him elsewhere that first night, would have returned to his home by now, to his bedroom, where he and his toy rabbit would once more be under threat, while they slept, from the peaceable aeroplanes dangling on threads – that inert oscillation – dreaming now of the weight of his absent mothe

banal