Day After Day After Day

Bright Flash Literary Review 2020

 Day After Day

 

photo of brown dog lying down on wooden deck

PHOTO BY ERIK ALLEN ON PEXELS.COM

 Paul Beckman

Lucky hears the truck engine first, barks his warning and hides under the porch while I, after hearing the barking, turn off the TV and call out to Ma.

Ma puts out her cigarette, hides the pack, and with the bucket handy douses the kitchen floor and starts in with the mop like she is getting paid piecework.

I run upstairs to my bedroom—open the window to rid the room of the weed smell, empty my backpack on the bed and start reading last week’s assignment.

I hear the front door as it hits the wall after being pushed open and Pa yells out for his beer and demands to know where his supper is.

Ma brings Dad his Budweiser—drops a pill in the long neck—he reaches for it, falls to the floor, hand on chest, while me and Ma tiptoe to the kitchen and eat a slow and quiet meal for a change. Lucky gets Pa’s portion.

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