Ralph stood at the door, staring. His entire life was in the house, and yet it was almost unrecognizable. He took a few tentative steps in, then a large one over the heap of rubble.
He shook his head.
In the movies, this is where the end credits would start. The hero, perhaps The Rock, would say, “And now we rebuild.” The camera would pan out showing the endless destruction and the credits would come up.
But this wasn’t the movies, this was life. And it wasn’t the end, only the beginning.
And Ralph knew that it would get worse.
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