Subtle Has Left the Cabin

Rhonda

The cabin smelled like mothballs, peppermint schnapps, and the faint tang of old gas from the lawnmower Suki stored in the corner. She called it cozy. Marla calls it “claustrophobic.”

Mikhail sat stiff in my recliner like he was royalty stuck at a bingo hall, white hair gleaming under the la...