Broad Daylight: The Cabin
Then, like turning the page of a fairytale, it’s there: the clearing—flanked on the south by a wall of forest and thorns—and the old cabin.
Then, like turning the page of a fairytale, it’s there: the clearing—flanked on the south by a wall of forest and thorns—and the old cabin.
—Please stop doing this. We talked about this before. So many times! I don’t want to lose everything we ever had because you can’t stop calling.
—What do you mean, “This is not me”?
—I really don’t want to go.
—Then don’t.
—I have to.
We deal with the day rung by rung or moment by moment no matter where we are. No matter who we are.
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