Queen

She released the shadows of his room, illuminated by the ceiling bulb pulsing like the waves of the heart monitor. All this garbage she once scorned and scolded transformed into the daily routine of her son, who couldn’t be bothered to drag his laundry downstairs or shut off his boombox. The idols of his life […]

Fragmented Christmases

Tonight’s Christmas was silent. Simple. I, who happen to still be awake, went down to eat cold spaghetti– my sister’s successful experiment of tuna and Italian sauce– and buco salad. Simply greeted my father a merry Christmas. He was there, lying on the sofa bed, watching a Zorro marathon on our nearly broken television set. […]