Do Houses Dream of Scraping the Sky?
ShortStory 3,058 words Recommended by 1 award/anthology source
"If it was the first time I saw a house mourning? No, my dear. Not at all. Yet, it broke my heart to enter House and hear her parquet floor moaning, see the toilet sink weeping, feel her foundations shuddering ever so slightly. I put the plastic bags on the sideboard before opening my arms and resting my face against her feverish wall..."
Content warnings 1
death-of-a-loved-one
Quasar links out; the story lives on Uncanny, where the author gets the click.