The Cellar

January 8, 2011 | Leave a Comment

It was Maine before the land was hunted mercilessly by the absurdly wealthy for oceanfront mansions. Right above the beach. An old cellar, facing the frothy water. Bits and pieces of someone’s lives lay strewn here and there, wedged between the remaining fieldstone foundation boulders–perhaps there since the fire took the house in the night. […]