The House on the Bay

The house was, as always, still and silent in its watch of the Bay. Like most houses, the groans and creaks come in the night. Some are soft and long, some loud and short.

But the curious thing about the House on the Bay is not the sound of the inside, but the silence of the outside. Waves crash onto the dreary beach continuously, silently. Birds float and flutter, presumably they quack and titter — without a whisper.

This curious, eternal silence surrounds the House on the Bay as it groans, and creaks, and watches.

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Andrés Felipe Roa
narratives-at-large

Filmmaker, journalist, actor—I want to tell human stories. Gay, Colombian-American, and proud of it.