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.
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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.
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.
Sung Home: Chapter Fourteen. {fiction}
I remembered Mama reading 'The Island of the Blue Dolphins' to me when I was little, a true story of an Aleut girl left alone on her home island.
Sung Home: Chapter Thirteen. {fiction}
No home. Nothing. As I stood staring, paralyzed in the moment, time stretched and contracted for seconds, or for hours. I couldn’t tell.
Sung Home: Chapter Twelve. {fiction}
If it didn’t work out at Gila Hot Springs, I would go back to the Gunderson’s, I decided. With the dead people now buried, it could make a pretty nice home.
Sung Home: Chapter Eleven. {fiction}
We hadn’t had much trouble along the way, and had made good progress. After enjoying our long break, I now felt a surging eagerness to be on our way home.
Sung Home: Chapter Ten. {fiction}
For a few seconds, I couldn’t remember where I was. I even had a moment before I opened my eyes when I thought I was at home before the virus.
Sung Home: Chapter Nine. {fiction}
It was as if someone cleaned the house especially well before the arrival of their special guest, Viral Death. Or perhaps, soon before its departure.