All the Wrong Words
When I hear you smile, I apologize for everything. The rain, my dollar store umbrella, the eight hours of airport salads and your dead phone battery, whatever high pressure system pushed this all your way…
Bellingham Review Contributor
David Williamson is a mathematician by day, avid reader and writer by night. He enjoys writing short stories, essays, and memoir, as well as digging into data and numbers and the stories they tell. His debut piece, a short story called “Our Last Dance” was published in The First Line in Spring 2024.
When I hear you smile, I apologize for everything. The rain, my dollar store umbrella, the eight hours of airport salads and your dead phone battery, whatever high pressure system pushed this all your way…