The sound above me: nothing. The sound below me: less than nothing. It is October in Florida, which means it feels like Virginia in July. My sister breathes quietly in winter. My sister is dead and it is not winter. I can’t remember the last time it snowed without her.
The sound above me: nothing. The sound below me: less than nothing. It is October in Florida, which means it feels like Virginia in July. My sister breathes quietly in winter. My sister is dead and it is not winter. I can’t remember the last time it snowed without her.