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.

Not so long after, my mother caught her own end. We all go to our ruin. We are all the same in this.

I gave a shiver there among the trees at the thought of my mother lying still at the end of her story.

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