The Frog Chronicles

She showed up this morning before I had even lifted my head from the pillow.

I thought you were gone, I said.

Not yet, she replied. I’m not done with you.

She appeared again when I found myself expecting my phone to ring as I drank my second cup of coffee.

You’re still here, I said.

Yes, she replied. You haven’t forgotten everything yet.

She came round once more as I unpacked my lunch, and again as I sat alone to read, and again as a heron flew by overhead as I sat outdoors at dinner time.

You can go anytime, I offered as I readied for bed. Really, I’ll be fine.

No, she said as she crawled naked between my sheets. I said I’m not done with you. Not yet, anyway.