Tomorrow's Vig

Worms

Digital illustration of an old man's hand holding up a jar of worms with a young boy's reflection in the glass.

My skin feels like a stranger’s. It looks familiar but feels so foreign. I don’t understand. And my bones are betraying me, too. Once intrepid allies, they’re making me smaller every day. But this afternoon, some strength remains. My grandson, Gordi, is scrambling about our garden, snatching worms called up by the rains. With each […]