empty home
- Samantha Drake-Flam
- Jul 25, 2023
- 1 min read
we ate soup.
you said it sounded so quiet in the house
it was no quieter than usual,
grandpa never made much sound anyway.
the silence of the home felt heavy.
fear crept in.
the ring of the phone cut the air spooking us both.
scenes of horror films filled my head as you chatted on the line.
this can’t be real.
grandpa, where are you?
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