MM Schreier
Outside the inn, silence and darkness wrestled for dominance in the muggy night. I stared into the vacuum and tried to remember what was on the other side of the window. Narrowing my eyes, I searched the shadows for a hint of shape, a suggestion of form. Anything besides a wall of darkness. If there was something out there, it was swallowed by perpetual midnight.
I focused on a dreamlike memory of a glassy lake and pastoral lane. The image warped and slipped through my fingers, like trying to grab at smoke.
It’s her memory. It feels like mine, half forgotten.
It was too hot, too quiet for sleep and so she compelled my feet to move. Restless, I turned my back on the void and haunted the dim hallways, my footsteps muffled by the dingy, red carpeting. Faceted crystal globes he
