“Stop yelling”

“You know I didn’t want him”

“What did you want, for me to suck him out?”

“There are other ways…”

She walked away, brushing her short hair in her face to hide her tears. The door slammed in the background but he just sat at the farmer’s table, holding his head in his hands. Breaths coming forcefully through his nose; in and out, in and out. Through the dusk surrounding him, he heard the patter of tiny feet in socks carrying his only child to the kitchen.



“Can I have some water?”

“Sure. You know where the cups are.”

“Yeah but – ”

“Just get it yourself.”

He walked away, running his hands over what little hair he had left. Opening the door to the deck, he sat heavily in the hated white chairs