The house looms sepulchral into the starless night, stretching higher the longer I kneel in the snow. I rip down the police tape so the neighbors don’t ask more...
Murray Dunsmore is not a writer; Murray Dunsmore pretends. His writing has been published in theEEEL. He explores the fallibility of his personal trauma on Substack @memoriesofmemories, and posts sometimes on Instagram @synthetic_rooms.