Sung Home: Chapter Twenty Two. {fiction}
After a dinner of some more of Victorio’s venison and some greens, I showered and then offered him a fresh towel so he could also wash up.
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Sung Home: Chapter Twenty One. {fiction}
Suddenly, after a year completely alone, I felt an inexplicable terror at the thought of meeting others and of going back home by myself.
Awake and Falling. {fiction}
My eyes had barely opened, but I knew she was already awake and watching me. Her face was soft and she was contemplating something.
Sung Home: Chapter Twenty. {fiction}
As winter gradually eased its grip on the land, I soaked up the luxury of my home and enjoyed regaining some of the weight I had lost.
Sung Home: Chapter Nineteen. {fiction}
Then I spotted the one thing that made me think of home more than anything. Peanut butter. My breath felt thick and my hand quivered as I opened the jar.
Sung Home: Chapter Eighteen. {fiction}
I felt like Alice walking through the looking glass, or more likely, down a really big rabbit hole. Or into a hobbit home.
Sung Home: Chapter Seventeen. {fiction}
My stomach clenched at the thought of yet another dead body lying in yet another home. Shaking off my remaining trepidation, I finally stood, slowly.
Sung Home: Chapter Sixteen. {fiction}
What if I had made this trek with Mama? We probably wouldn’t be starving to death. More hands meant more to do all the work of creating this little home.
Lonely Holiday Insurance. {fiction}
At that time, I was with Olivia, and I believed we had a romantic relationship. So simply from curiosity and for fun, I bought this holiday insurance.
Sung Home: Chapter Fifteen. {fiction}
After a prayer of thanks to the deer for giving its life to me, I worked fast to get it gutted, skinned and cut up into pieces for the walk home.