That cry一a monstrous shriek一it etched itself under the wallpaper lining the room and would persist to reside there for eternity. Even when the baby wasn’t crying, its mourn lingered in the dreary place.
I cradled my daughter until she fell asleep.
I went for a walk then.
I thought it best to do so.
I made it to the shoreline, strewn with crushed shells and twigs. I met the sea’s salty breath, the churning waves.
I stood there, mesmerized by the sway, as murky oil clogged every pore of my skin.