HeyThereRose (United Kingdom) published:
It is gone midnight when you accept he isn't coming home, is never coming home. You sit on the bed in the room he painted green when he was a child, though he's still a child, was a child, when he left with his father's shotgun on his shoulder and revenge on his tongue. 'Mother?'. Your daughter is standing in the doorway, slim, shaking. She has been shaking for two days. 'Where is he?'. You don't want to answer the...
4 days ago