"He's a magician, your dad is."
Her boy flicked the lights on and off on and off.
His face hid behind his hair
"Makes me feel like my arms are in the kitchen, my legs are in the living room, my belly is in the bedroom. This is(more) a trick, but its not funny. You feel the same way, eh?"
He flicked the lights on and off on and off. His dad's pale yellow truck was still missing. He looked to the edge of the bare hill in the distance, where the road squirreled around so far that he couldn't follow it with his eyes anymore. He couldn't see that far, but he could remember strong enough that he knew that the truck would pass over the hills any minute now and his dad would see the flicker of the porchlight and he would know that his family was waiting for him.
He could imagine it, but no imagination was strong enough to bring his dad back.
Yesterday he left and his mom shouted, "If you leave now, don't ever come back."
He chased the pickup truck down the driveway and jumped in it. As soon as his dad saw that he was there, he stopped, picked him out of the truck like he was a parcel of meat.
His mom had run out to get him. After his dad lifted him up, he gave him a good, long hug, then handed him off to his mom and drove off past where the road disappears behind the mountains.
He flicked the lights one last time and shook his head yes. Yeah, he felt broken up by it too. He knew that his dad was gone gone, and that the flicking of the lights was for him.
When she woke up she was face-down on the basement floor,no memory of how she got there.
Rolling over onto her back was enough to set off an entire high-school-marching-band pounding out-of-time in her head.It wasn't until she opened her eyes that her hangover kicked into high gear.
She(more) groaned as she struggled to her feet,images of the night before beginning to fill her mind.
"Where's my shoe,"she asked herself.
As she looked around she caught sight of her reflection in the full-length mirror on the back of the closed door.
She was a mess.
Her bell-bottomed-jeans were filthy,knees grass-stained and muddied,shirt inside-out. Her hair was tangled with leaves,damp,sticky,and smelling of alcohol.
Her pocketbook was slung over her shoulder,the strap had left an indentation across her chest from the hours she'd slept on it.
Something flashed through her mind,she remembered climbing onto the bar slithering like a snake trying to get the attention of the cute bartender she was obsessed with.
That was enough to open the floodgates.It all started coming back in bits and pieces.
Knocking over drink after drink as she rolled on the bar professing love to the bartender.
Getting flagged and thrown out not once,not twice,but three times.
Sitting on the ground in the parking lot waiting for the bartender, her shirt off and her pants undone as she haphazardly stuffed her bra and panties into her pocketbook. He wouldn't be able to resist her when he saw her naked,she'd been sure of it.
She wished she didn't remember the look of disgust he gave her when-oh fuck!
The superintendent of the school she taught at had been there,she'd been waiting for his decision about making her job permanent.
Nine teachers up for one position and the meeting was scheduled for this morning.
Two hours ago.(less)