Broken Heart Shaped Box
A 50-word story about hope
On the couch, Max noodles his guitar slowly, in a minor key.
I sit next to him. “What’s goin’ on?”
He says, “Pandora kept hope in the box, right?”
“Far as I know, yeah. Why?”
“Was that kindness or a cruel joke?”
I spot a crumpled sonogram. Realization hits hard.