Taking Out The Trash
He arrived home to pitch black.
The sun went to sleep hours before, behind the mountain and its accompanying blanket of mist. Moist moss grew rampant around the currently unused front door where, for years, he and his wife greeted guests with glee…
I Had a Sister
“What year was it?”
Hands had been raised, then lowered after this question. Blank stares all around; from them to me and from me to them.
“Does it matter?” My voice sounded like dead gravel, even to me…