They had dinner on TV trays.
They have been doing that for days.
It sort of plays with their order
but they didn’t care. It just felt right.
Every night, place settings for two
on separate platforms flying in the face
of familial norms and old habits.
Their kitchen table had become
a fable of decorum; they had one.
But, it had become their biggest shelf
upon which fragments of their lives rested.
Who’d have guessed it would be so?
The Wormwoods come to Buffalo!
© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017
Red Wolf Journal – Prompt #330: Change
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I want some of those. 🙂 My grandaddy had one, so they’re nostalgic to me.
I love the line break that tells us why your table might be too “dirty” for food. 🙂
Thanks for this. I needed a boost at that particular moment. Glad you enjoyed it. Glad you usually do!
Always. 🙂
How’s your wife holding up these days? How are you, Walt? I think about your hard life every time I see your name, out and about.
Do you, too, love to say “oot and aboot,” if only to yourself? 🙂