Mourning's Nigh
Not before in five years of life did nighttime pass so slowly for Andy. The cracker-box trailer bedroom heightened claustrophobia in wake of the accident that claimed the lives of his family three days before. As the night lumbered into morning, he searched the opposite wall with bloodshot eyes for any meaning to life. Scarcely awake he peeled his head from the pillow and sat in a heap at the side of the bunk. The scene where it happened was scrawled in his mind, gluing him to grim reality...
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