Where They Sleep
ShortStory 5,641 words Recommended by 2 award/anthology sources
"We were waiting for the sunset, sitting on the porch of the bleak stone house that was filled up with our longing. The sky was empty. The air, when I sniffed, was cold and bleak. There were no clouds, and we knew it might be a night when we’d see what we ached for. We were tired, John and me."
Content warnings 3
death-of-a-loved-onesuicidewar
Quasar links out; the story lives on BCS, where the author gets the click.