This is the position she was usually in at this time of night: lying face down on her bed, door closed, pillow pulled tight around her ears, blocking out the noise from downstairs.
These are the words she usually heard from downstairs: “You couldn’t wait for me to get home to eat?” “Maybe if you were home when we eat dinner.” “Maybe if you could cook, I would be.” “Fuck you, you drunk.” “Fuck you.” The rest were usually muffled.
These are the muffled sounds she would hear through the pillow: boots clomping up the stairs, a stagger and crash into her door, the frenzied rattle of her doorknob, the cracking of his body into his door jam, the squeak and absorbing thump of his bed.
Sometimes she would wait and go downstairs, sometimes she would pull the pillow off her head and lie on the bed, imagining herself living elsewhere, with horses.
Tonight , she would pull the pillow off her head and draw the comforting face of a boy from school on it, then press it tightly against her body to fall asleep.
2 comments:
So Part 1,2,3 are 3 separate stories then? Damn... next parts please! haha.
Yes. Parts I, II, and III are three separate sections in a much larger piece.
There is an overall theme I have in mind, and the stories will mostly intersect, but in a structural sense, not a narrative sense.
Thank you, eiji.
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