March 2010
2 posts
The Behavior of Others
One night, my father and I stayed to drink in the autumn air after dinner on the patio. He was a whirlwind man when he chose to be, and so tonight’s shared silence was, for the first time, calming. As his wife cleared the dishes from the table, the quiet passed into mutual seduction by a shadow of will each one had caught passing the other’s face. He nodded the woman off to bed and a six-year-old...
rosie getting closer
I’ve been left in the white lobby of the home with the rest of the residents that are confined to chairs. The ones who can walk are clucking out on the patio, waiting for the vans that take us to the YMCA. I can see them through the sliding glass doors. Around me are the four others in chairs. Two of them have their heads tucked into their shoulders, fast asleep. One of them is staring through the...