short story

Facing The Past

It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the house looked the same, save for a family of doves that pecked on the hard ground for all they could get. Her heart sank in pity. A large mugumo tree hung over the side of the house casting a gloomy shadow over it …

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Loose Ties

We glanced at each other. My eyes met hers and hers met mine.