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ZACHARIAH T. MCNAUGHTON
at the airport It wasn't pain exactly, not quite loss. The hum of traveler's ready to travel, the squeaky wheels of rolling luggage carts, a murmur of men in collared shirts smoking goodbye cigarettes and children wide eyed with excitement. I could smell it in the incubated shampoo carpet, in the gauche, over-vacuumed couches, something missing, something put away safe and secure only lost now. My arteries slowed down. The air never felt so cold, hands in my pocket were never so futile, the exhaled breath floating back at me had never been so entirely shapeless, swirling, almost lying. For one moment, the universe froze, time and space managed a waver. My stomach twisted and protested, like the sick surprise of a sudden dip in the road. The realization. I was alone. He was gone and nobody gave a fuck. Zach McNaughton, 31, lives in Toledo, Ohio with his beautiful four year old daughter, Cassandra. They enjoy strawberry ice cream cones and going to the beach with their dog, Alexander. |
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