Sunday 8, 2015

I can hear my mothers footsteps against the floor upstairs. The annoying creak that pinches my ears every time she walks out of her door and into the hallway. She's pacing again. Trying to get it through her head that her brother is actually gone. It's been a year and some months since then. The first time I met him I was eight. I thought my uncle was a giant. A six foot tall man with a full grown beard, cowboy hat, a woman under his right arm, and a cigarette in his left hand. In the end they both ended up killing him slowly. I've been staring at my screen for quite a while now. I don't know what to say, think, or do. My coffee cup's almost empty. It will be like that for the rest of this sitting. My dog Hunny is laying on the floor beside me. She looks up at me every time I put my fingers on the keyboard. I wonder if she knows that I I'll probably delete what I've written. My sister just walked in from a Spanish lecture downtown. I wonder if she'll tell them where she really was.