The Seven Day Switch

by Kelly Harms

If, during this strange shared hallucination or whatever it is, I kill Wendy and end up in the eternal fires of damnation, this house will be a close approximation of what I can expect. It is two messy stories of projects, dirt, and palpable guilt.

I recognize this feeling from every single December 31 I’ve ever had: the idea that if I don’t start doing whatever resolution it is I’ve decided on now, maybe I never will.