A Forever Kind of Love
He pulled onto the concrete slab of the carport just as the streetlights came on with a dull click. Another night or two and the moon would be completely full, he thought, as he unlocked the back door and walked in through the mud-room. The sharp clatter of keys hitting a porcelain dish echoed, almost as if the house was empty around it. It was, but not in the accepted sense of the word.Joe's wife had cleared out a little over a year ago. Ironically, 'cleared out' meant she took everything she...