That afternoon we’d been rowing around the pond, tuna sandwiches packed in the red cooler. Mostly love keeping us afloat. Later, I spotted a small green frog parked on the lip, looking up at me like I was some kind of princess.
Now, long after the divorce, I sometimes wonder…
Mary Moreno lives in New York City and writes poetry, fiction and creative nonfiction. She also composes and produces music.
