“She’ll have me swingin’ from the rafters,” my Grandfather used to say about my Grandmother, usually if he was late for dinner because we’d spent too long tinkering in the garage, flogging overpriced junk, or scamming people.
I didn’t fully understand it, my brain was as chubby and unformed as my body. I’d never even heard the word ‘rafters’ before, so new and unspoilt I was back then. Raw and pink, new skin, new ideas. I didn’t know about suffering. No, all that came later, after Grandfather was murdered. That was when revenge turned me inside out. When the world split open like an apple and I finally got to taste the bitter seeds.
“She’ll have me swingin’ from the rafters,” my Grandfather used to say about my Grandmother, usually if he was late for dinner because we’d spent too long tinkering in the garage, flogging overpriced junk, or scamming people.
I didn’t fully understand it, my brain was as chubby and unformed as my body. I’d never even heard the word ‘rafters’ before, so new and unspoilt I was back then. Raw and pink, new skin, new ideas. I didn’t know about suffering. No, all that came later, after Grandfather was murdered. That was when revenge turned me inside out. When the world split open like an apple and I finally got to taste the bitter seeds.
She looked into the expansive ceiling, feeling very Little House on the Prairie. The sunlight was streaming in a very attractive way.