How it Starts
More movement. More shuffling. “WHERE DID ALL THE BEER GO?” He drank it all. Mom tries to remind him. He thinks she drank it. More loud crashing. A door slams and a car engine roars peeling out of the drive way. Good he’s gone. It’s quiet apart from the TV. Some sort of late night news. I think it must be mom watching it until I hear something thrown at the TV and it sputters for a moment. He’s still here. It’s mommy who is gone. Muttering and steps down the hall. I turn my back to the door...