brondav2
togetherness, so fleeting. he's tall, looks a little like fred macmurry. she always said so. her hair isn't blonde enough, but her eyes are too green. almost a strange color. togetherness. he holds her hand in the parking lot and kisses her wrist.
lamp. side. dark room now, she screams. her husband has tinnitus. her son pissed himself already. she's hiding, after that scream it seems pointless. they took nana's picture. her boy stinks of urine in the cupboard under the sink. her husband holds his hands out, away from the shot gun. object.