A man stumbles into a kitchen, bouncing against the fridge, knocking most of the magnets and art to the ground. He throws open the door, and pulls out a silver can. He cracks the lid and a spray of foam dashes against the blinds over the sink. He wanders a few steps and kicks the fridge door closed, while halfway draining the can in one draft. A young boy is eating cereal at the counter, dressed for school.
“Dad, are you seriously this drunk this early? This is exactly why mom doesn’t come home anymore.”
“It’s 5 o’clock somewhere!”
The boy grips his spoon hard enough to bend it in one hand, as he eyes a shattered clock slumped against the wall in the corner, it’s bent arms forever indicating a time when the fragile peace of a household became just as fractured.
A man stumbles into a kitchen, bouncing against the fridge, knocking most of the magnets and art to the ground. He throws open the door, and pulls out a silver can. He cracks the lid and a spray of foam dashes against the blinds over the sink. He wanders a few steps and kicks the fridge door closed, while halfway draining the can in one draft. A young boy is eating cereal at the counter, dressed for school.
“Dad, are you seriously this drunk this early? This is exactly why mom doesn’t come home anymore.”
“It’s 5 o’clock somewhere!”
The boy grips his spoon hard enough to bend it in one hand, as he eyes a shattered clock slumped against the wall in the corner, it’s bent arms forever indicating a time when the fragile peace of a household became just as fractured.
“Not anymore, dad.”