03 November 2017
Carousel Court
Joe McGinniss Jr.


He is having an entire conversation with her even though she contributes nothing. Somehow it’s cathartic for him.
. . .
Work made monsters of men…Work without promise did horrible things. Ground him into dust. Silenced him. Confined him to dens and garages and dark bars and depression. An unsalvageable appendage. From her bedroom window, she watched her father rage on the patio and was filled with an unexpected calm. There were no good options, no safe harbor. Only the promise of something better, golden, made it bearable. She lay still and awake, became the cool jagged eye of the storm as she sank into the center of her bare mattress and somehow drew strength from the ruin around her.