he sits at her kitchen table, her back hunched as she stares over the space where the newspaper should have been, a bowl of soggy Fruit Loops beside her. The ungentle light of early morning slashes across the room, cutting across the back of her old bathrobe, making the roses embroidered there seem withered. It reflects off the tiled floor, the coffee cup in her left hand, the beige G.E. refrigerator. It has a built in water and ice dispenser, despite her pleas to get the cheaper version. The sink was right next to the fridge after all.
The sunlight wraps itself around her bare feet, painted toenails, lashing them to the chair. It lights her honeyed hair on fire. It slaps across her eyelids, causing her to squint against its harsh ashen glow. As the sun continues to rise, it winks occasionally in her right eye, a casual thing, but cruel just the same. Like it knows. It is good at keeping secrets.
The light tears across the tabletop, splashing into her cereal bowl, pushing its......
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