Day 358 of 2025
“Holding Still Before the Three O'Clock”
I'm sorry to keep harping on about it, but it's taking up 80% of my brain at the moment.
instrumental· 65s
generating...
OVERHEARD AT THE THRESHOLD, 3:02 PM
"—we'll be home now"
and you could hear the charger bag
swinging against his leg,
and you could hear the car seat buckle
still warm from the clicking,
and Lou said nothing
because Lou was already past him,
already inside,
already the size of the whole house again.