Chapter 11: Departure
I packed my truck myself. There wasn’t much left to pack. A few boxes of personal mementos, some clothes, my worn copy of “The Art [more…]
I packed my truck myself. There wasn’t much left to pack. A few boxes of personal mementos, some clothes, my worn copy of “The Art [more…]
A long time later. Years, perhaps. I had stopped counting. Time blurred into the rhythmic crash of waves against the shore. I sat alone on [more…]