The house is quiet. His son and daughter-in-law have gone out somewhere—he does not know where, does not ask. They are adults, after all, and he is merely a visitor—and the boy is most likely still asleep. He lingers at the dining table, still sipping at his cooling coffee when the front door opens and the boy walks in.
“Morning, ‘tuk,” the boy mumbles. He looks restless, antsy.
“Where did you go so early in the morning?”
The boy sighs and slides into a chair, leaning slumped over the table. “Wh...
Published on May 25, 2017 21:00