Julia

Van’s hold of me continued as he awaited my response. We were two people in the eye of a hurricane with his answer swirling around us with category-five intensity, buzzing in my ears and muting the world beyond our shattered globe. The fire in the hearth a room away still snapped and crackled, the large clock on the wall still ticked, and yet all I heard was his response ‘my wife’ on repeat, the chorus within the melody of incessant buzzing. ...