I don’t know what I want. I can’t return to the past, even if Ted’s house was still standing, its original architecture intact. This city–Tallahassee–nor the state itself has opened my heart like a tin can.
In response to this week’s Community Storyboard writing prompt, Tomorrow, I wrote a short story that you can read here. In the story, the characters are imaginary, but the memories, the places, and the flood are real. The following pictures are of my childhood home which was damaged in the flood and is now condemned. […]
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