I remember the first time: I ate bacon; I boarded an airplane; we kissed. Memory saves a first; we know we never did it before. I can’t recall the last time: I ate a homegrown tomato; I rode the subway; we made love. Memory bypasses a last; we don’t know we’ll never do it again.
Ann S. Epstein writes novels, stories, and memoir and is herself as short and provocative as microfiction.
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