Closed Mouths
Every once in a while, I cross paths with someone with a brand of audacity that I observe with an odd combination of disdain and admiration. Yesterday was one of such occasions. When I approached the checkout section at the…
An Updated Altar
The creaking went on so long that I grew accustomed to it. Creaking when I climbed the steps to my home, creaking when I walked down them to leave. Two wobbly steps and a predictable creaking greeted me every single…
