The Stillness of Home

How do you return home when time has forgotten you?

The bus pulls in and yet another drunken vagabond descends. The Muskogee sun beats down on a stranger in a familiar land. Where do you go when everyone has written your eulogy? Home has never felt so distant, yet close to the heart as it did on 5/17/1975.

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Heh, those boys were a lot nicer when you were sheriff. Surprised to see you back here though, I thought your wife, I mean, ex wife, would have had to go and deal with that news.

— Tracey Adams

The house hadn't changed since the last day he shut the door behind, minus the discarded bottles, scattered trash, and clothes everywhere. Remnants of joy tugged at the pit in his stomach as he sifted through. Sam recalled the first day he brought Sarah into the house; he carried her in the same door.