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Cliff was sitting down in the recliner, reading the paper. I walked up behind him and tapped his shoulder. “Huh?” he asked, without turnin..
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I wiped the tears away, and scrambled into the car before Aunt Tracy could come out of the house. I was surprised that she could still hear anything. ..
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My head span as she left the room. I wanted to call out to her, and call her back. Yet I knew it was hopeless. I stood by the drawer, stupidly holding..
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What was life? What was any of it? I was so surprised by it sometimes, even though I tended to do the unexpected, and surprises were usually the expec..
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I hummed softly to myself as I entered the house. I had been out for a walk while Cliff was out doing whatever Cliff did. The fresh air made me feel b..
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“Hey, Ida.” “Austin?” He sounded distant. Not physically, but mentally. He sounded hollow. I could sense his depression, and I..
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I stood at the beach angrily as Ida left. My depression was taken over by a short burst of anger, and that was at least enough for me to function. The..
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My eyes were sore from all of the crying. Right when I left Austin and headed toward Cliff I began to suspect... suspect what? Surly I couldn’t ..
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Though it seemed impossible, the rain managed to pick up even more. It was blowing in multiple directions, and a couple of times entered the cave. Eve..
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The door slammed nearly thirty minutes ago, yet I continued to sit on the side of my bed and smile. When Cliff walked in, I was still laying down and ..
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