I’m sitting at the kitchen table, finishing off a ham and cheese sandwich. I’m not in the least bit hungry, but I haven’t eaten a thing all day. How could I though, after what I had to do?
I stare at the sky through the window. It’s now a dark orange as the sun begins to set.
Not long now. Any minute.
I should be upstairs, getting ready for Thea to wake, but I can’t seem to move. I know I’m just delaying the inevitable. I know I should be up there, by her side, but my body is glued to the chair.
I force the last piece of sandwich into my mouth, and then wash it down my throat with the red wine. It’s not the best of flavour combinations, but right now, right before I have to face Thea, my cuisine is the last of my priorities.
Should I make something else to eat? Fry up some chicken for
