In the House in the Dark of the Woods

by Laird Hunt

There are fears in the airs and on the earth that can call up a fire in your heart whose ash will blacken all hope.

“Oh, it’s a merry thing, this heart of yours,” she said. “It’s like a drink in a small glass on the deck of a storm-tossed ship or a shout in a fiery room.”

“That’s also true. Truth has many different drawers and shelves.”