The Crack
by David Lubar
The first time Kevin noticed the crack, he was down in the basement looking for an
old board game his father had stored away. At least it wasn't dark, yet. During the
day, with the sun coming through the small, dirty window at the top of the wall, the
basement was bad, but not awful. The air always had that wet, dark-green smell
whether it was midnight or noon, but shadows didn't seem as deep during the day.
Kevin had just lifted an old box that was overflowing with books and photographs.
He set it aside and moved into the open space so he could reach the next box.
That's when he glanced down and saw the crack.
