Something in the Walls

by Daisy Pearce

referred to grief. Sometimes small and quiet and shallow, sometimes a tsunami, cold and frightening. But inevitable, just like the tide.

it’s not the dead we ought to be afraid of, it’s the living.”

“Thing is, this story, it’s grown teeth, hasn’t it? It’s mutated. It’s not cozy anymore, it’s not a story about redemption or ghosts. You can’t wrap it up neatly and give Alice a diagnosis and pills to fix what’s broken. It’s a mess and it’s going to get worse before it gets better. I know this town, I know these people. There has to be a penance.”

Safe. Careful. A man who knew all about the heavens and nothing about love.