Tag: short story

Laughter in the Empty House

I meander around the empty house, confined by the vows of my life sentence. I eat, but I am still hungry. I sleep, but I am still tired. The emptiness cloaks me like the familiarity of a favorite blanket. As I pass through the hallway to retrieve more wine from

At a Stone’s Throw

The wedding is over. The pictures are done. We are enjoying a toast to the happy couple in the middle of a glorious old bridge that stretches the harbor in the warehouse district. The clouds have begun to roll across the sky, obliterating any chance of starlight this evening. Turning

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