Evening. Panic. Forbidden love letters. Desk. Wife shouting at her laptop. Nude pictures on his laptop. Missing whisky bottle. Son seeking a Lego piece to complete his S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier.
Looked outside by the window. It’s not New York but… It’s not acres and acres of wild grass but… It’s not a deep feeling of liberty but… DINNER’S READY !
Thought her sister was a huge basket case. The artist of the family. The Asperger of the family. The “What the hell are you gonna do with your life, you worthless shit?!??” of the family. She had to write her a long letter because that “sister” happened to bring too much sorrow and frustration in the clan’s life. Father is stressed out with her bad spending habits and her lack of respect toward him while mother cries all the time and hopes someone will eventually find a cure to that stupid autism thing that…
MOM !!! MOM !!!
Shut up loser and let the love in for once !
THE CAT PUKED ON THE CARPET AGAIN !!! IT’S DISGUSTING !!!! IT’S ALL GREEN AND YELLOW AND…
ALL RIGHT !!!
Can’t bear the odor nor the view of fresh vomit.
When the kid was sick and puking everywhere, it was her who used to clean up the mess. Not him. If he tried, he would feel nauseated and throw up. Anyway he didn’t care for he was too busy chatting and fantasizing on a life lost, an odyssey abandoned in the middle of nowhere since he decided to marry that girl even if she were always anxious about anything, from a flat tire to a single cough.
Went upstairs, took a few rags and a bottle of Fantastik in the pantry, then went downstairs to wipe the mess. Did she hear the moanings coming from his laptop ? Maybe she didn’t even care. Maybe she knew that she had become that type of lady, that type who shut down her uterus and stripped down her skin from any nerves that could tickle some sensible parts of her body. But she would caught him watching porn or try to cheat on her…
-It’s time to go to bed. I’m so damned tired, said he, trying to hide his erection.