MJ Davison
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Thursdays
Charlie woke up in a burned-out shell of a house with a rat scurrying by her feet, sniffing for crumbs of food. Grey morning light unfurled through cracks in the black wood. Raindrops pooled in small puddles all around her. She curled her body into a ball and fought to fall back asleep where her dreams were warm and her husband alive.
By MJ Davison4 years ago in Fiction
Abandoned
Abandoned houses and barns are a dime a dozen in rural Michigan. They sit forlornly in the middle of farmland, waiting. Once in a while, someone will drive by. They’ll see the empty structures and wonder why they’re still standing. They might go to the corner gas station or the diner to ask questions. A local will smile and ask how they’re doing ushering the conversation along.
By MJ Davison4 years ago in Fiction
