The Porch Light Is Still On Continues (See Cover for this Story at the End)
Unsent Marcia wrote a text, just one, but she didn’t send it. It sat in her drafts for two days. Four lines. I’ve been thinking about the sage paint. It’s already fading near the window. She stared at it like it might change its mind for her. Then deleted it and closed her phone in the dark. Chuck... Sign in to see full entry.