Day 18: Flood

Brandt keeps pestering me to be written, but I keep trying to tell her I need to wait for her story to be more clear to me. We're at an impasse.

Ellie watches her husband from the front porch. He makes a lean shadow against the twilight, his arms outstretched, his heels lifting from the ground and dropping again. The wind rustles the branches of the trees overhead, their limbs picked clean of leaves, their roots bitten with cold. The windows rattleshake inside their panes, a... Continue Reading →

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