Karen Shiebler

Oct 4, 2020

3 min read

The House Holds It’s Breath

“Suburban House” by beautifulcataya is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 2.0

The house is sad.

Sitting in the kitchen, listening to the sound of the humming refrigerator, I’m struck by the absence of life. I’m surrounded by echoes. I feel the sadness on my skin, and in my ears, a pressure of all that isn’t here.

There are no voices. No kids are arguing over whose turn it is to wash the dishes. No teens are singing along to transistor radios. There are no TV jingles…