The Chain Book Review Novels & Stories

I think about the western archive and the two documents side by side and the ring on my grandmother’s hand fifty-two years ago and the three words on the back of a three-hundred-year-old document. I think about Edrin at his door saying she will keep going and meaning me and knowing he was right. I think about the chain. All of it present in this moment, in this drive, in front of this house. “It feels like the whole chain is here,” I say. “All of it. In this specific place.” I pause. “Like the chain ends here and begins here at the same time.” I pause. “Not ends. Continues. The chain continues here.”

I don't really know what to do just in case. I checked it and found the book I was looking for. The introduction of the book, was really interesting, but when I flip it on the other side it sucks. I picked it up and briefly read the contents. I never thought that I can remain reading like this. Especially since I don't have a head mass. I just read, until I get bored. I'm a bit early. I smirked to remember why I was so early. I put the book back in its old container, and informed that the old man was leaving.