Literature
Acacia
"Fritz!" Elizabeta called. She'd been knocking at the door for three minutes now, with no response. The lights were off inside, blinds shut tightly, and not a peep coming from the looming house, but Fritz hadn't come out in a few days. "Come on, let me in!"
She heard footsteps from inside.
Arthur phoned her earlier that morning... But it wasn't anything she hadn't heard or assumed. After Jack left, well, Fritz had been a wreck.
The door opened. Fritz stood in the opening, looking bedraggled. His hair hadn't been washed, his eyes red and puffy. His clothes were wrinkled, like he slept in them.
"Liz," there was no emotion in his voice, "Wha