Day 94 Ruminating And Writing

Curdle

She fought against the pain in her chest, trying to ignore the pressure around her that made her blood curdle. It was a familiar pressure. It had been there since she was a child. She could remember it following her around. It was never pleasant. It wasn’t malicious. It was just nasty and hungry like a depression.

She didn’t want to be back here at her childhood home. But her father had died, and it was her duty to go over his things. She had almost been able to forget the pressure,...