Today I sign the lease on my first house. It’s the biggest place I’ve lived since I was a kid. My sister is in Maine visiting Mom and offers to drive down to help paint. I spend the day before pulling nails out of the walls. Sixty years of them. Very soon I realize this … Continue reading But The Living Room Light Doesn’t Work
Neither of us sees another way off the roof. Once we’re in my room, my sister closes the door. I start pacing. This is bad. This is bad. This is bad. Be quiet, she snaps. I don’t know what else to do so I put Journey in Satchidinanda on the record player and sit on … Continue reading Neither of us wants to go in.
The light at this hour almost smells sweet. My sister nods like she’s listening from somewhere else. She almost snorts. Nice to know she talks. I spit my drink on my shirt as she sits up and points over my shoulder. That’s odd… Excuse me? Ah… yeah. That’s… ah… something we need to talk about. I … Continue reading Roof III
What’s got you so furrowed? I turn around. No one’s there. Behind the slide, Doctor. There’s a woman on the swings. She has dark-blonde hair, maybe in her mid-thirties. She looks terribly familiar. She sees me and smiles. Sorry for staring, I mumble. You look like someone I used to know. She chuckles. We’re going … Continue reading The Long Morrow
I’ve only been home a few weeks and even my room seems too full of this person I was. I want to clean everything. Sure, a few posters can stay but I don’t need a monument to my childhood waiting for me at home. It’s all too tender, like throwing out the deck of cards … Continue reading My Room II
I’ll have to meet you there, I shout. You can’t be late to your own brother and sister’s graduation, Dad returns. Let’s go! Fine. I’ll tie my shoes in the car. I grab my brother’s mortarboard from behind my socks, steal a last look and start down the stairs. I get all the way to … Continue reading Secret Passages IV
It was a little strange that Alice wanted to talk to me. I was loading the Volvo with books and posters, preparing for the New York January in the morning. Do you have a minute? Sure. Anything to put off the cold. In private? Oh, sure. I suggested the new room. She suggested the Attic. … Continue reading Attic III
As my brother came up the stairs I put my finger to my lips and waved him to our parents’ door. This was a blowout not to be missed. Where you been? I whispered. I wanted to ride around last night. Reservoir, he said. It’s almost ready. Nice, I said. I paused. I missed you. … Continue reading Our Parents’ Room II
C’mon. It’s like you have Girls’ Night every weekend. Alice shakes her head. Girls’ Night is Girls’ Night. No boys, or it wouldn’t be Girls’ Night. You’ll just have to find some other way to stay occupied. My sister folds her arms over her chest. Fine. We don’t need you to have fun. I look … Continue reading My Brother’s Room II
Wellwater spends first summer back from college drinking with his mother.