I advanced mundanely toward the house; I was the coroner marching forth towards the dead building. A callous wind pinched my cheeks
Beginning – 3
The grand marble tiled hall was dimly lit by a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling; the light bouncing off of each small glittering teardrop
Storm – Family Short Story
Family Short Story: It was cold. I found it hard to swallow as I choked back tears. We had another fight. I’d locked myself outside on the balcony to get fresh air and clear my head;