The Distant Nightmare
The road to the Ashworth estate was a ribbon of gray asphalt unspooling through the mist, a taut wire stretched between the memory of home and the reality of loss. I drove with the heater blasting, the engine’s low thrum a mechanical heartbeat that seemed to vibrate in my teeth, a constant, dull ache that mirrored the tension coiled in my shoulders. It had been three days since the...
0 Comments 0 Shares 1 Views 0 Reviews