Towels, a Short Story by Carrie Lynn Hawthorne
No matter how loud or quiet things got, in our house and in our heads, we could always count on one thing. The towels on the rack were always clean, perfectly folded, an inch of space between. They were nice towels, so nice we never used them. We just wiped our hands on our jeans. When my big sister and I shared a room, she put up a poster of my worst nightmare —Freddy Krueger. She refused to take it down, so my mom had a wall built right through the center of our room. I rem