Next line.
Someone I Encouraged
My pen hovers.
Almost automatically I write:
Annette.
I stare at the words.
Then laugh softly to myself.
"That's not quite right."
One careful line crosses them out.
Instead, I write: Each other.
That feels better.
Truer.
Finally...
Something I'm Grateful For
This one takes longer.
I tap the pen against the page.
Look toward the frozen lake outside the window. Think about soup. Snow. Dreams. A woman who somehow sees the person standing behind the captain.
Slowly, I write.
Someone who reminds me I'm more than a hockey player.
I don't write her name.
I don't need to.
My phone buzzes against the table.
Annette:
Don't forget your stretching exercises tonight, Captain.
I smile before I realize I'm smiling.
I type.
Me:
I'll try.
Three dots appear almost instantly.
Then...