I Came Home From Work and Found My Baby in a Condition I Will Never Forget – The Archivist

The land visible through every window, rolling away in every direction like possibility that hadn’t been claimed yet.

“We breathe,” I said. “We rest. We figure out what comes next without them.”

Outside, wind moved through the trees and the leaves rustled against each other in a sound that was almost like applause.

I thought about my parents back in continue reading …