sense of uneasiness felt upon returning home after dark
front door pushes open
kitchen light lit
knife block turned slightly out of place
are those crumbs on the carpet? cream cheese on the rail? the faint waft of onion in the hall?
i want to throw back that bedspread and reveal a harmless pillow, but the pit in my stomach says i shouldn’t
are those crumbs on the carpet? cream cheese on the rail? the faint waft of onion in the hall?
i want to throw back that bedspread and reveal a harmless pillow, but the pit in my stomach says i shouldn’t
