some day

he kept looking at the bedroom door, I keep thinkin’ she’s comin’ out….but…she’s not….

the paneled piece had been shut for a couple of months;since her passing…

fifty-seven years, he stared, fifty-seven years and then…
gone…just gone….just vanished….

more Pepsi was poured over watery ice, it just happened so quick…one day we were talkin’….and then….nothin’….not a sound….

no emotion had hit me about mother’s death….not sadness nor celebration of a life…just that something had stopped a long time ago….and now…it had really stopped….

um…I sure do miss her, the old man said with a rub of the eyes, I sure do miss her….

did you take your medicine dad?…

yes…I did….don’t know what good it’ll do….we all gotta die some day….

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dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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