Homesick
Homesick for Duncan, well maybe not Duncan per se, but homesick for Jack and all my friends. Emily reached for her phone. There’s no reception in the house, but she had been able to talk to her husband Jack a few times by walking around the yard, holding the phone up in the air in front of her until the bars pop up in the upper right-hand corner go from zero to one, always hoping for something higher. She quietly made her way out of her bedroom and down the stairs almost missing the last step catching herself before she fell flat on her face. She tightened her grip, terrified that she might drop her phone, that it might shatter into a million pieces and her only link to the outside world and out of here would be broken. She opened the huge front door and headed outside. Dawn isn’t too fa
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