He is comforted by the familiarity of his hatreds, the warm blanket of malice. The loving embrace of confrontation. Eat your meat, dad says.
Tagged: Family (813)
T 3854
An encyclopedia landed on his head and killed him. His wife began to laugh. His last words were “I don’t believe in destiny,” she explained.
T 3825
The children were gone finally and he came dancing into the bedroom and said, It’s sexy time, and she tried to overlook his awkward dancing.
T 3814
The boy fell down and his father said, Get up now, and the boy cried, Feel my pain! and the father saw a magnificent future for his only son
T 3808
She was the kind of mother that saw potential calamity in all of life’s transactions. And then her kids grew up and never spoke to her again
T 3807
The lottery numbers didn’t come in again. His son came home and went straight up to his room. The cat hacked up a fur ball. Touché, he said.
T 3053
Her dress sparkled like shards of glass by the side of a lonely road. You look like trouble, her dad said. I smell like it too, she replied.
T 3052
He caught his parents in the yard and his mother put down the hose and said, You did not see this, and afterward the kid felt like an adult.
T 3047
He harangued his daughter some more and then said, Pass the salt, and then the moment his daughter dreaded. Let me tell you a story, he said
T 3744
The kids are put to bed. The parents go out to the backyard and get stoned. But their munchies go unmunched; the kids have eaten everything.
