The Cottage Looked Over the Graveyard

Long drive home. Roads blur into hours. I pull over twice for coffee, but I’m just bored. Roads blur into hours. I said that already. A name comes sharply into focus on an approaching road sign. That was home, long ago. My indicator is flashing now. I must have done that. Each overlapping arm of …

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