Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

CHAPTER 15
THE SECOND MY sister opens her mouth to spew venom, I’m hit by a wave of
nostalgia that damn near knocks me off my feet.
For the slightest blip in time, I’m a kid again, standing on the sunken
concrete porch of a little house in North Carolina, rain stitching my clothes to
my skin. Droplets of water roll off the end of my nose as I wait, hoping that
maybe this time the man who helped give me life will answer the door.
My fist curls around the scrap of paper in my trench coat pocket, my
mother’s goodbye, something I’ve read so many times at this point, I know
the words by heart.
Auden’s Funeral Blues scribbled by cancer-riddled hands, a single space
above the address of a man she never spoke of. A man who, thirteen years
prior, met a dark-haired mystery in a nightclub, took her home, and never
contacted her again after that.
It wasn’t until she sought him out with evidence of their tryst together