George Jordan

A Father's Love

Blake sat safely in the living room of his inner house, or, at least what was his living room at one time, listening to the scraping sounds coming over the speakers from the outside monitors. He was crying, holding the silver heart-shaped locket his wife Devin had given him after Ashley was born, back before the “Cure” destroyed everything. He held it for a moment then opened it to look at the pictures he had crammed into it, then took it out to look at the strands of hair laced through it.