November 25, 2015

“The family sat silently in the living room. They did not look at anything. They looked out at the walls, at the floor. No one looked at one another. I watched them the way they watched everything. The room was too quiet and I wanted to slam a door just to make noise. The family had not spoken in nearly a day. Everyone just sat there, only moving when it came to going to the bathroom or making something to eat. Their faces were drawn and lined and grey. When a throat was cleared, it was done uncomfortably, as if it were almost painful. Sometimes I could not help but wonder if we were all dead.”

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