Harvest-Moon-Group

Chase spent hours in the kitchen. He made stew with fish purchased fresh from the Fishery and used produce I grew myself. While he cooked, Roscoe paced under his feet, and I wiped dust from the furniture and swept the floor. Gill tried to help Chase, but his depth perception was off and his hands weren't steady. Instead, he helped me put away books and papers. I went to the Inn in the late afternoon to tell Elli about our plans for tonight. She wasn't upset about last night. She said she understood, but she did seem nervous. Stu clung to my leg and asked if Chase was going to be there. "Yes," I said. "And when you see him, be sure to call h

The bar without Chase wasn't real. The bland, milky soup and the water-stained silverware were reminders of his absence. It had been well over a month already. I dreamed about him almost every night. In my dreams, he was back, but something was wrong, like his presence defied a natural law. I could feel the universe saying he wasn't supposed to be here. He wasn't supposed to be alive. People in the bar spoke like usual, but his voice, the caustic tenor that sliced through the monotonous din of chatter, was missing. Owen sat on my barstool, dribbling whisky on the counter as he caught Kathy's hand and begged her to have a drink with him. I s