Empathy is at the heart of this devastating flash from N. D. Stone.
TRossi (she/her)
"Truth is, I don’t go outside anymore. Don’t open my door. My mother’s wallet lies empty on the table like a gutted fish. I found it on our welcome mat, still warm from her hand when they took her."
Read "The Hollow" by N.D. Stone
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