Stay+Home

After you finish your bland dinner, you and Sue sit down in front of the television. Another night at home. With the paper in your lap, and knitting needles occupying her hands, there is little conversation to be had. While she knits away furiously, a smile creeps across your face. Although you haven’t taken the time to look at your wife lately, just looking her directly in the face has brought back memories of when you two were younger, before you were desensitized by the constant monotony of cubical imprisonment. Taking this little amount of time to look at her has reminded you why you married this woman in the first place. You fold up your newspaper, and scoot over to her. Although surprised by your gesture, she welcomes your embrace. You feel a great weight lift off your shoulders, the stress of work left behind in an instant. Content, the ambient buzz of the television fills your ears. Something on the screen catches your attention... Is that...Esmerelda? No... couldn’t be... but yes! It is! Projected on the screen was footage of a drug bust taking place in a club downtown. Right smack in the middle of the screen was Esmerelda, looking like she had been pied in the face by a cocaine clown. As she was led to the squad car, tears trailed through the thin white film covering her face. Shocked, you realized you may have been there if you’d attended her party. This image confirms your recent thoughts. You pull Sue close to and change the channel.