Something in the Walls

by Daisy Pearce

That’s how Horace, the man who led the group, referred to grief. Sometimes small and quiet and shallow, sometimes a tsunami, cold and frightening. But inevitable, just like the tide.

grief gets heavier the longer you carry it alone

“We don’t fool anyone harder than we fool ourselves,”

people and places are often tied together, so researching one naturally led to looking into the other,

“Because you can’t predict what fear will do to people. You don’t know which way it will send ’em. Some people don’t have the stomach for it and it drives them mad.”

“We choose how much power we give others over us,

Desperation makes you inventive,