Because Some Doors Never Open
There’s something about a baby-gate left unhinged. The way it lists to the right like a barn door left open for a pregnant stray cat. The rest of the house is locked up tight, suffocatingly cold, because the psychic said that ghosts only return to the drafts of their deaths. Their son is traveling, the psychic claims, palm open, waiting for the press of cash, before continuing. Grief and yearning paid in increments, as they wait huddled together for the squeak of the gate, their breath little puffs of crystallized desire that never quite morph into eyes, those doors remaining closed.
Photo Credit: Josh Newman
Grabbed my attention right away with that opening sentence. So heartbreaking, I stopped breathing for a moment. Wonderful job!
So powerful. I especially love the phrase, “Grief and yearning paid in increments.”
Just discovering this one now. Damn! Strong stuff. I’ve actually got chills.
Captured my interest immediately the mark of a good story
I completely agree with you it is a well-written story. Way to go my guy.