the thing is single object nonfiction reflections by Mary Beth Ellis

Twin Beacons of Hope

2004 was already in a freefall as I departed from visiting with a high school friend and her husband ("Know what? Ten year reunion is next year!") when I pulled onto the highway and caught an opossum in my headlights. I swerved to miss it and immediately heard the following: THUMPTHUMP.

It's all uphill from here, brother. Well, except for you, Brother Opossum.

January 5, 2004

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