You Had To Be There
We operate at the intersection of two worlds, with one made up of those things that have happened, and the other made of those that have yet to. A collection of experiences have hardwired the self that we claim as our individuality. We often think of our memories as a perfect record of our lives,…
The House
He sat in the car, the heat gone, leaving behind a cold silence. He watched the house. Just a building, he thought, not a home anymore. The porch light struggled against the darkness, failing to brighten the path to the front door that seemed to wait for him. It was just an old house, empty…