Sitting on the couch, T.V. on, a small bottle cap between her fingers continuously moving. She glanced at the clock, then the door. 2AM and he’s still not home. The flickering lights of commercials played on her face, but she couldn’t watch them. She’d been staring at the T.V. for the past three hours and not seen a single thing that was on. The only thing that was calming her was the little cap she was twirling between her fingers.
A click and a crackling and the door was open. She jumped up, then hesitated. He tumbled through the door, a beer still in his hand. She slowly approached him.
“Hey, you okay.”
“Why dyou always ask meh that?” He slurred, looking into her eyes. His were empty, as usual.
“Here ya are, lazy watchin’ the tube. Do somethin’ useful fer once.”
“I’m sorry.”
A click and a crackling and the door was open. She jumped up, then hesitated. He tumbled through the door, a beer still in his hand. She slowly approached him.
“Hey, you okay.”
“Why dyou always ask meh that?” He slurred, looking into her eyes. His were empty, as usual.
“Here ya are, lazy watchin’ the tube. Do somethin’ useful fer once.”
“I’m sorry.”
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