The Past Laid Out On The Table
by Matt Tighe
The sky above his mother’s house is the bright orange and pink of a frozen dawn when David stops by after work.
‘Mum!’ he yells as he slings the grocery bags at the kitchen bench. They slow to a stop in mid-air. A yellow lemon drops out of one bag and spins lazily, nowhere to go. No when to go.
“Have you looked out the window?” David says, trying to keep the edge from his voice. He wishes she would just leave the past alone.
“Oh, I’ll put it all back,” she says, and of course she will. She was always good like that. Always the ordered one. Always the careful one.
“Do you have time for a cup of tea?” she asks. (Continue Reading…)