All the things that go on in the house she grew up in.
(from the web)
It’s not so much a story as a colelctions of ponderings and images. Some of them are grim and stimulating (oh those poor rats) some are nostalgic. It’s pretty sharp that way. I didn’t care a whole lot for the skipping style, the way the narrator wordy overexplained things, and some of the moodiness was a little heavy-handed. Just a matter of taste, that. This is a short one, and in that way it seems to accomplish a lot of senses-piquing in short order. Nicely done.
Claudia Smith herself sent me the link to this story, and I thank her very much. Here‘s the author’s site. Here‘s a direct link to the story.