shane foshee

Secrets In The Rafters

Cole stepped out into the cool evening air, having just laid the kids in bed. He lit a cigarette and let out a long sigh, followed by an even longer drag on another nail in the coffin. Looking out at the stars, Cole felt a moment of peace, followed by the insignificance that had hung around him like a cloak all his life. When nothing but the cotton filter and a small glowing cherry was left, he tossed it into the snow and grabbed the mail out of the box. Walking inside, where the light was better, he sat at the kitchen table next to his laptop that displayed the beginnings of a story he would never finish.