The rickety home

He would steal a glance at her, now and then, but she had gone completely silent two days ago. The windows were pulled down and her elbows rested on the frame, her head on her arms, eyes gazing out into the landscape rushing by. It had been a few hours since he got the bright idea of playing her song, thinking it might do the trick. So Still Corners's The Trip was playing on repeat and they both waited. "You want to talk about it?" He asked but knew that it would amount to nothing... The dozens of years they spent together had taught him that there was no alternative to waiting it out. This condition always came upon her out of the blue, and he knew well that this was a battle she needed ...View all