By Jim Latham

“Let’s try a puzzle.” Langley’s counselor tipped a box. Brightly colored pieces flooded the tabletop. Langley smoked. Puzzle pieces had smooth edges and joined up. Not lifelike. Not like Langley’s life, anyway.

But. His counselor looked so hopeful. So earnest.

Langley dropped his butt into the stale coffee at the bottom of his Styrofoam cup. What the hell. It’d get him out of talking. One by one, he turned the pieces facedown. The pieces would take ages to fit together, and the picture would be drab and barren with cracks all through it.

Not lifelike, but getting closer. Like Langley.

“I write because things go sideways if I don’t. Plus it’s fun.” – the writer

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