Sung Home: Chapter Twenty Eight. {fiction}
Few had come across the community in the eight years since the virus. That’s how limited the population was in the general area, and how remote the caves.
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Laura Ramnarace
Sung Home: Chapter Twenty Seven. {fiction}
I returned home to the library about once a week. As lonely as I had been before, I also enjoyed some quiet time alone with my books.
Sung Home: Chapter Twenty Six. {fiction}
The older children sat at the dinner table, working on the homework. Even they sensed the tension in the room, and avoided drawing the adults’ attention.
Sung Home: Chapter Twenty Five. {fiction}
We strode up the rise to the doorway that led into her cave home, Devon with a spring in her step, me dragging my feet as if they were made of oak boles.
Sung Home: Chapter Twenty Four. {fiction}
The sun was sliding behind the high western ridge when people began murmuring their goodbyes to one another before making their way back to their own homes.
Sung Home: Chapter Twenty Three. {fiction}
Beyond the entrance, Jeanne’s cave home was quite different from mine. The walls were smooth and gracefully curving the way that a river carves canyons.
Sung Home: Chapter Twenty Two. {fiction}
After a dinner of some more of Victorio’s venison and some greens, I showered and then offered him a fresh towel so he could also wash up.
Sung Home: Chapter Twenty One. {fiction}
Suddenly, after a year completely alone, I felt an inexplicable terror at the thought of meeting others and of going back home by myself.
Sung Home: Chapter Twenty. {fiction}
As winter gradually eased its grip on the land, I soaked up the luxury of my home and enjoyed regaining some of the weight I had lost.
Sung Home: Chapter Nineteen. {fiction}
Then I spotted the one thing that made me think of home more than anything. Peanut butter. My breath felt thick and my hand quivered as I opened the jar.