I knew it was awake the moment the sun set on the 23rd of November. The moon crept into the sky and I felt uneasy stepping back over the threshold from the front porch. It felt more empty every time I stood in the doorway. Looking through the dining room, I saw one of the kitchen cabinets wide open.
I hadn’t opened that cabinet in weeks.
My heels lashed against the hardwood floor; the slam of the cabinet door the echoed through my hollow house. I heard it bounce off the walls, ricocheting from doorway to doorway all the way…
She speaks. What will it take to make us listen?
The sun was shining bright without a cloud in the sky. I remember finding it glaringly so until it was reflecting off the pages of her book. Through the windshield, they were casting a warm, almost angelic glow across her face. I remember her face. She looked up from her book and met my eyes. A smirk played across her soft features. I know something you don’t.
Earlier that day, Devin had grabbed his keys and a pack of Lucky Strikes he lifted off his dad from his nightstand, and…
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