Tagged: Family (813)

Yes, maybe it was magic, he said. And yet I’m sweeping. Odd how the place isn’t magically cleaning itself up. The kid looked down and cried.

He claimed he didn’t steal the wallet. I filched it, he said. What’s the difference? his mother asked. A whole bunch of letter duh, he said.

They chewed on candies while waiting for their lawyers. There was tension in the room. Animosity. Hatred maybe. And soon, there was no candy

He scanned the horizon looking for any sign of life. Of a hint that he wasn’t alone. With the kids. While his wife was away for the weekend.

The argument was an ideological one, based on memories, beliefs, upbringing. Sal said GI Joe. Bill said Barbie. Their marriage wouldn’t last

Her momma always told her that no matter how beautiful she was, her shit would smell just as bad as everyone else’s. But her momma was wrong

He listens to the sounds from the living room, the cartoon violence of the video game, the mirth of teenagers. And then he hears the sirens.