The Haze of Dusk
1 min readJul 14, 2020
Her mother lay still on the couch. Birds echo melodic tunes through the haze of dusk. She lets the spring-loaded door slam upon exit with one bag more than she entered.
“I’ll never be back,” she summons the words with ruinous profundity.
The mountains were silent, the world was calling, and she went.
