Would They Even Want To? (Link)

The places we live are like silent witnesses. The most intimate parts of our lives occur on the patch of earth we claim, perhaps with a two-car garage, a tiny garden and a fenced yard for our dog to run around. Can we separate our sense of self from the four walls and a roof we call “home?” How far does our sense of responsibility and ownership extend?

Thank you to “Flora Fiction” for publishing my short story in their online literary magazine.

“The parents and two children yanked open drawer...