An Issue Of Trust
IN A DAZE, not even realising I was doing it, I stepped down off the little ladder I’d dragged from my closet and staggered back toward the bed. When it hit the back of my knees, I sat heavily; staring at the thing revealed by the open, dangling cover of the smoke detector. All the implications of why and how the object of my stare had gotten to be where it was, and exactly what it meant, flooded my mind. Read More …