Summer Sweetheart

Photo by Ayo Ogunseinde on Unsplash

It’s the first time we’ve been back to the beach house since the accident.

Mom and I take off all the cloths covering the furniture, and we settle into a rhythm of dusting the rooms we once used every summer. Only outside one room do we hesitate, our cleaning supplies in hand. I take that first step of courage by turning the knob and…

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just another writer with too many cats

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