ello, jello

In the dream she was sobbing. I don’t remember liking her all that much before, but her brother had just killed himself and so I held her as she wept. She keened and I massaged her petite back in a way I hoped was soothing. Long, deep, thoughtful strokes while my shoulder grew wetter and warmer. We were at the airport of all places. She was headed to his funeral and I was headed somewhere else. People parted around us. Holiday displays in the expensive storefronts. Black Friday deals! I needed new cotton panties.