The Faded Attic
The glass breaks. Not with a bang. With a sigh. It happens while you are washing the dishes. The water is hot. Your hands are red. You are scrubbing a plate that does not need scrubbing. It is clean. It has always been clean. You scrub it anyway. The sound is thin. It cuts the air. You stop. The kitchen is silent. The clock on the wall ticks. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. You look at your hands. They...
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