When the numbness takes over, I find myself sitting in room after room with only clocks for company.
I never think about it, but I never let myself forget.
We died. We are no more. We went up in flames.
Never you. We.
It hurts less that way.
It tears me up from within and turns me inside out.
But it hurts less that way.
Hi everyone! I’m working on a minimalist fiction project for this year’s #AtoZChallenge. The story will be shared in snippets, and the events occur non-sequentially. It is for the reader to interpret and form the “whole”. You can read all the posts here. Join me, and do share links to your AtoZ posts as well!