chrispypin

There was never enough light in this house, no matter how bright the sunshine was outside. The hallway was the same dark green it had been the day I'd bundled my hastily packed rucksack out of the door vowing never to return. So many shadows here and that smell: medicine and over-cooked food lingering in the thick, dark air. The clatter of crockery from the kitchen where my mother was preparing the tea.