If you’ve followed me long enough to wonder about the title (“Hey, didn’t she already post a piece called ‘Echoes’? Man, how uncreative.”) — this piece, had the story been completed, would have taken place in the same universe as my original “Echoes” post HERE. As things stand, nothing directly connects the two scenes, and each can be enjoyed independently of the other.
The house had been silent for nearly three weeks, now. To Rea Hayes, its only occupant, it had felt like much longer.
Only occupant… She allowed the words to settle over her, and shuddered.
Unwashed laundry had begun to pile up in the corner behind the kitchen – work things, mostly. Somehow, when she came home she always ended up in the same old oversized t-shirt and sweatpants, staring at the blank TV screen, her tray table a line of phones. Read more…