grandma’s rocking chair was moving when i came downstairs. slow. gentle. like someone had just stood up.
the kitchen clock stopped at 3:17 again. same as yesterday. same as last week. grandmas house part 5
i don't remember winding it.
i found a box in the attic labeled “don’t open until i’m gone.” inside: a photo of me. age 7. except i never stood in front of that fireplace. and i never had a twin. grandma’s rocking chair was moving when i came downstairs