Cars come and go.
People stumble in.
People stumble out.
I wait longer and longer for my dad. Slowly turning over each individual page of my book, till I’m finally done.
As the time ticks by I can glimpse the sun’s light rising over the country side. The smooth glazing of light slowly circling around the horizon amazes me.
How does it do that?
More people stumble in.
More people stumble out.
The stench of alcohol and smoke on people as they stumble out is excruciating. The chemicals of the smoke is slowly seeping into my body, blocking my nose and my sense’s, just like the roads in the big city.
“You’re gay” says my brother, interrupting my train of thought.
“I know” I say, responding but not listening enough to care.
“All smart people are gay”
“How’s Polly” I express, sick of his torture. …show more content…
I was stuck between his fist and the chair. It was like a car crusher slowly squashing the car, me, and his fist together with the chair. “Gay” he mentions in a wobbly voice. As he pulls his fist away.
More and more people stumble in.
More and more people stumble out.
I look up from my book and notice someone struggling down the stairs, cigarette in one hand, and handrail in the other.
“Get to the back seat, gay” says Romeo as he realises that its dad, the one stumbling down the stairs. Trying to keep his balance but ends up falling down the stairs, rolling majestically, but ends up falling face first. He tries to get up but it’s not working he’s too slow to move, like a T-rex that has tripped over a log, little arms that can’t help him get back up.
He moans at us in the car, a zombie apocalypse is starting.
Slowly rolling towards us asking for help but nothing comes out his mouth. I see my brother grinning as he pictures himself driving.
He looks over. Sees me in a distraught with the thought of him driving. Grinning at me teasing me with my thoughts.
More and more people stumble in.
More and more people stumble
People stumble in.
People stumble out.
I wait longer and longer for my dad. Slowly turning over each individual page of my book, till I’m finally done.
As the time ticks by I can glimpse the sun’s light rising over the country side. The smooth glazing of light slowly circling around the horizon amazes me.
How does it do that?
More people stumble in.
More people stumble out.
The stench of alcohol and smoke on people as they stumble out is excruciating. The chemicals of the smoke is slowly seeping into my body, blocking my nose and my sense’s, just like the roads in the big city.
“You’re gay” says my brother, interrupting my train of thought.
“I know” I say, responding but not listening enough to care.
“All smart people are gay”
“How’s Polly” I express, sick of his torture. …show more content…
I was stuck between his fist and the chair. It was like a car crusher slowly squashing the car, me, and his fist together with the chair. “Gay” he mentions in a wobbly voice. As he pulls his fist away.
More and more people stumble in.
More and more people stumble out.
I look up from my book and notice someone struggling down the stairs, cigarette in one hand, and handrail in the other.
“Get to the back seat, gay” says Romeo as he realises that its dad, the one stumbling down the stairs. Trying to keep his balance but ends up falling down the stairs, rolling majestically, but ends up falling face first. He tries to get up but it’s not working he’s too slow to move, like a T-rex that has tripped over a log, little arms that can’t help him get back up.
He moans at us in the car, a zombie apocalypse is starting.
Slowly rolling towards us asking for help but nothing comes out his mouth. I see my brother grinning as he pictures himself driving.
He looks over. Sees me in a distraught with the thought of him driving. Grinning at me teasing me with my thoughts.
More and more people stumble in.
More and more people stumble