Crocodile Tear

A single car. That was all it took.

The day Grace died was the day my world turned black and white.

My sister. She was gone.

No more would she giggle so infectiously she had gotten an award for the best laugh.

No more would she and I whisper late into the night.

No more anything anymore.

I stopped trying.

The world stopped having color.

The world just stopped.

And every day,

I lay in bed.

One tear a day

One

tear

a

day

for

her.

She had told me one time when she was going away to camp. Such an insignificant thing, to be apart for two weeks when I was now apart from her for eternity.

"Cry one tear for me every day, okay? One crocodile tear."

And so I would.

But

a better option lay

I glanced at the

scissors

the rope

the closet.

And just like that

I was off.

To find her.