Phe, Chapter 7: The Clockmaker’s Daughter

After the Landowner’s body is taken away, I shift and drift out into the gardens of the hospice house. Water bubbles and sings as it flows over the rocks in the fountain. The sounds make a melody over the rhythm of the patients’ breathing inside the house. From here I can watch my fellow death…

Phe, Chapter 3: The Salesman

I’ve been hanging around a hospital in Texas for a couple of days now. This run dropped me in the middle of the Texas hill country in August. By the looks of everyone around me, the heat must be bad. I know I’m here for the Salesman, but this extreme heat might demand an extra…

Grief and Gratitude

I packed up a student’s belongings yesterday. He was one of our gap year students, meaning he has a high school degree already from his home country and was with us simply for an American experience before heading off to college back home. I pulled his clothes off their hangers, folding them neatly to go…