Vivian, exhausted after her shift at the hospital, slipped off shoes at the door, mindful of super-germs, her preschooler’s health. Her husband and child were sharing a joke in the livingroom. Was there a greeting? She couldn’t remember, after a quick shower, as she tackled the disarray, toys scattered, CDs piled on the table. She prepared supper while Tony watched the news and Cindy talked over the phone.
After, Vivian fell asleep, the child beside her, over Tony’s complaints and berating. She awoke to the strange smile and empty eyes of their child, staring eyes with -- nothing. Fear gripped her.
After, Vivian fell asleep, the child beside her, over Tony’s complaints and berating. She awoke to the strange smile and empty eyes of their child, staring eyes with -- nothing. Fear gripped her.
