Month: October 2013

I spun around at the end of the driveway, garbage bags in hand. I looked up at the window above the garage. The window was closed. The room was dark. It was just my imagination. I could have sworn I heard my mom whisper, "Helloooo!", in her familiar garbage-night whisper. Loud enough for me to… Continue reading Record Your Memories Now. Someday There Won’t Be Anyone In The Window. →