MY MOTHER SAYS MY EYES WILL NEVER BE THE SAME. How can they be? The flash of the headlights would be the last thing I’d see in maybe… forever? I think of my name now as sort of a prophecy. Winter. I am not a cat or a dog or a white guinea pig or a favorite type of cookie. Winter. My other sisters are Spring, Summer— and Courtney. Courtney was from my mother’s first marriage. She had a hysterectomy before she could have a Fall. Now, in Winter, my car is t-boned by a Prime Amazon truck. No one was killed. But the truck went up in flames, and some Christmases were ruined. Oh well.

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This story first appeared on Bridge Eight in Aug. 2021.