An old fashioned clock, a family heirloom holding its place on a worn fireplace mantle, chimes the ten o’clock hour. The silence the strikes disrupt is loud, louder than the churning waves of the gulf, of the boat motor that once went out into the waters, of the wall-phone ringing… Probably just another creditor. The couple sitting at the table don’t even look up. Answering … Continue reading A family, not a statistic…