Dad throws in the family photo album. He pretends he doesn’t know and walks feigning a drunken stupor, but we can all see the sadness in his eyes as the photo of him and my mom turns red to ash and takes flight under the light autumn breeze, lost forever.

Jack Galati is a writer living in Arizona. He holds a BA in Creative Writing from Arizona State University where his work was selected for the Undergraduate Writers Showcase. His fiction and poetry has been published in a number of magazines and journals.