Dark bits.

I went to the lake,to our spot. 
there were daffodils there.
i smiled at that, then cried a  little.

you want to hear something funny?
they scare me. 
they are so, so yellow.
they screamed caution.
I almost kept walking, 
but the sun is out, and I am here. 

and you are here.

daffodils are many things.
but they are not witnesses.
so I'll stay.
for a while.

PIE

She served him pie she knew was ruined.

Then stood there, practically daring him to say something. She watched him choke down each dry, charred, mouthful. 

In barely a whisper,"i burnt it on purpose ."

over and over, like a cliched suburban mantra.

Her husband didn't hear her, but the boy did. He heard and remembered.

 

Years later, when his wife burned dinner, he was ready.