I Turned My Back to the Flames
Presence that wants nothing back.
Most people go their whole lives without ever being on the receiving end of it, because most of the attention we get is transactional, a bid or an ask wearing the mask of interest.
Edith had gone forty years without it, at least.
And when it finally arrived, in the unremarkable form of a twenty-four-year-old dropout with a paper cup of dark roast, it did what nothing else in four decades had managed to do.
It made her feel safe.