You stare into the blackness. The only sound is the howling of a wind whose origins you dare not contemplate. This wind slowly changes its direction and the howling its tune, and letters handwritten on crumpled, soft paper swirl up from somewhere below. One by one they blow into your trembling hands, presenting themselves for reading.
Ever since my sister returned from college, we haven’t been as close as we were before. Up through high school we were only a year apart and were practically inseparable, and for her first semester in college we tried to keep in touch via instant messaging but that sort of petered out as she got busier and built a new group of friends. Now that she’s living at home again for a while I hoped we would pick up where we left off, but she keeps locking herself alone in her room for long periods and when she comes out to eat or whatever she barely speaks, answering questions with single words or not at all. I’m worried about her.
Distant in Des Moines
You look to the void for answers. The shrieks of a thousand damned swell briefly before fading into nothingness; silence so pure your ears ring. Continue Reading