The Summer Bones (2014)
“The air smelled like wine, new grass, and the memory of rain. Danny Haase pulled into his driveway and parked the car, switching off the motor and sitting there in the resulting silence. His body felt like lead.
It had been a long day. He got out slowly and moved along the walk to the front door. His weary gait was a testament to the grueling past hours.
With the key in the lock, he pushed open the door. He stepped inside and stopped, registering two things at once, the rich smell of tomato and... oregano, and the sound of running water. For a long minute he stood there, undecided and astounded. Then he shut the door and locked it in an automatic movement.
“Hello?” His voice sounded thin and rather high. Fatigue, he told himself, clearing his throat. No answer came. Whoever had been cooking in his kitchen was taking a shower. He wandered down the hall and peeked into the unused depths of a room he had actively avoided in the past week. On the stove was a pot exuding the delicious smell of homemade spaghetti sauce.MoreLess
It had been a long day. He got out slowly and moved along the walk to the front door. His weary gait was a testament to the grueling past hours.
With the key in the lock, he pushed open the door. He stepped inside and stopped, registering two things at once, the rich smell of tomato and... oregano, and the sound of running water. For a long minute he stood there, undecided and astounded. Then he shut the door and locked it in an automatic movement.
“Hello?” His voice sounded thin and rather high. Fatigue, he told himself, clearing his throat. No answer came. Whoever had been cooking in his kitchen was taking a shower. He wandered down the hall and peeked into the unused depths of a room he had actively avoided in the past week. On the stove was a pot exuding the delicious smell of homemade spaghetti sauce.MoreLess
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