The Wistful Show
"You look tired, Thomas." I nod. I do look tired. The mirror in the hallway shows a man with hollow cheeks and eyes that have seen too much grey. I am thirty-four years old, but I feel older. I feel like a house that has been left empty for too long. The dust has settled in the corners. The air is stale. "Is it the house?" Margaret asks. She stands by the door. Her coat is still on. She always...
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