ZerimarClassics

             There's a broken pattern in the house. Something missing, now replaced with a burning candle and a black and white portrait of a soldier. The living room looks dark, because there isn't someone there to open the shades and let in the light. The curtains in the sitting room flutter in the cooler's breeze. The only other movement is the flame by the picture of the man. Those feet never made a sound even as they moved down the tiled hall way, past the stove and behind the couch that faced the television. Never once was his presence known until he made a noise or the urge to glance behind your shoulder occurred because of your tickl