He had lived in this house his entire life, but he was standing in a hallway he had never seen before. What was previously filled with photographs and with what once seemed annoyingly cluttered now seemed annoyingly clean.
He ventured further, slowly seeing things disappear. One by one rooms emptied, almost as if they were packing themselves up. Voices disappeared into distant whispers. Soon the whispers themselves ceased.
(Copyright 2018 Meredith O’Neil)