He came home from work. His son was on the XBox. His wife was hitting the booze already. My belly hurts, he said. It hurt him every evening.
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T 5297
I woke up and checked the paper. I read the comics and the sports section. I turned on the radio. My wife woke up. I feel so old, I told her.
T 5272
He says, What are you cooking? But she isn’t cooking at all. That’s the first awkward thing that happens. The second comes nine months later.
T 5267
He does not move, hovering over the table like a gargoyle, until she says, It wasn’t that bad, and he says, Take a shower, and then she does.
T 5264
He calls his wife and says, I’ll be home in an hour. In the background he hears his children screaming. And he dreams of bathing in bourbon.
T 5262
He bought a dog to win his family’s affection, but he could not purchase bliss. What will it take? he asked. Better cereal, his son replied.
T 5254
He opens the door quietly and tiptoes to the bedroom. Where were you? she says from somewhere in the dark. He figures it’s a trick question.
T 5250
The house is dark, empty. Bereft. Those inside know not what to make of things. A disaster hidden by four walls and a roof. A loving family.
T 5249
She yawns and says, I’d eat your fruit, and he puts down his coffee and says, Let me drink that in, and they laugh because they’re so smart.
T 5246
The phone rings and a sense of dread overwhelms him. I had a heavy lunch, sorry, she says. And with that he throws his spatula to the floor.
