Short Stories

Home

Home was never quite, but it was.

I heard morning birds singing from outside my window, not yelling from the other room and breaking glass on my bedroom door.

My face felt warm from the sun filtering in through the crack in my curtains, not warm tears running down my cheeks.

That's when I knew something was wrong.

I checked my clock perched on the wall and slipped out of bed.

9:43 am

I dressed and brushed my hair. When I was ready, I stepped out of my room to find the living room still dark. The heavy shades were still pulled shut and the front door still locked.

9:50 am

I stepped through the house looking for any sign of my parents or the small mutt that I love so much.

Aside from stray paper and a plastic cup on the floor, nothing was out of place.

9:59 am

Only the creak of the floorboards were there to company me.

No one was home...

10:00 am

Only after I opened the front door, did I understand...

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A little scary vibe, but I'm trying.

5/18/2017