Arthur looked at the empty line. He thought of the quiet kitchen at 4:00 AM, the way the light hit the cracked linoleum, and the silence that had grown too loud to live in. He picked up the tethered pen.
Arthur looked at the empty line. He thought of the quiet kitchen at 4:00 AM, the way the light hit the cracked linoleum, and the silence that had grown too loud to live in. He picked up the tethered pen.