The house is empty.
He walks through the house, as he had recently, and so much longer ago.
It hadn’t changed, even after all that had happened.
But he had.
He had changed so much.
He had been so happy to come back, but…
There it was again. The crying. It sounded like her, but it couldn’t be…..It can’t be. It..Can it?
He awoke with a start. It took him a second to remember where it was. Right, he had come for the festival. It was today….yes. He should get ready. It promised to be a long day…..