Crawford's Memory

Crawford stood at his parents' door. Never before had he seen it closed, his father's only dread was of traps. The boy bent slowly and laid his ear on the wood to listen. At first he thought he could hear a whole crowd of friendly voices but he couldn't hear words. It was just two voices, a man and a woman, more likely a girl. Crawford thought his own body might also drown or burn past hope, but in his new bravery he knew not to leave.