House of Dreams, part 1 – Lightning Strikes Thrice
“That’s the last of it,” he announces as he slams the trunk shut on his burgundy station wagon. I linger for a minute watching the car drive away into the yellow-gray haze of street lamps and porch lights.
“That’s the last of it,” I sigh, as I look up into the night sky. Dark clouds begin to approach tellingly from the distance. I better go inside.
Choose to Take the Journey 