Shed Some Light
I'm alone in the dark and all I can smell around me is all the shit that is in my hair. It's not a pleasant smell and makes me wonder, not for the first time, what's in my hair.
Outside the door someone coughs. A smoker's cough, lots of wheezing and hacking. Trying to get that blasted tar from his lungs. It's not going to happen, mister. You're ruined for life!
I'm waiting, in the dark, for my daddy to come back. He went to get cigarettes—that's how I knew the man outside's cough, daddy has it too—and hasn't come back yet. Teddy says that daddy left and is never coming back. I told Teddy to shut his face. Now Teddy won't talk to me at all.
Sometimes I wake up and there is light peeking through the cracks around the door. Other times it's just as dark as in here.
When mommy was alive it used to be the two of us that waited for daddy. Now it's just me.