I’m building a garage out of little plastic blocks with my son and thinking about the dream I had last night. You were there. Telling me off. And I woke up sweaty – my son’s leg draped over my stomach. I had to move him gently. Two-thirty is too early. And now we are building the Paw Patrol garage – colored coordinated, of course. And I want to message you even though you told me you don’t want to play a larger role in my life. But God how I wish you’d cave – send me any small thing.
Ashton Russell's work has appeared or is forthcoming from the Journal of Compressed Creative Arts, X-R-A-Y Literary Magazine, CHEAP POP, and Southeast Review.