Another Monday Morning
You moved away from home when you decided to go to University. They were supportive (enough to give you money, at least), but relentlessly annoying. Both are hard-line Christians who got on your ass at every available opportunity and never let you have, see, do, meet or own anything fun. They constantly compare you to your brother (who became a priest) and keep trying to set you up with underaged, unappealing braces-wearing girls they meet through their church. You moved mostly to get away from them.
Their faces prickle up in your memory: your mom's sagging, silk-colored disapproving glare, your father's downturned lips before they touched the lip of his whiskey glass, your brother blocky and athletic and having grabbed the few attractive genes in the family. You kind of miss them, and what they used to do for you, but just thinking about them makes you grip the wheel in white-knuckled frustration.
It's been so long, and you've endured so much, that they cease to register as people anymore. They're just faces, words, voices, actions. They're memories, even as you ponder new interactions, new potential harassment. They're like mannequins animated by pure love of Jesus.
The road stretches before you, empty and disgustingly familiar. As you drive to your parents house, you decide to...
Their faces prickle up in your memory: your mom's sagging, silk-colored disapproving glare, your father's downturned lips before they touched the lip of his whiskey glass, your brother blocky and athletic and having grabbed the few attractive genes in the family. You kind of miss them, and what they used to do for you, but just thinking about them makes you grip the wheel in white-knuckled frustration.
It's been so long, and you've endured so much, that they cease to register as people anymore. They're just faces, words, voices, actions. They're memories, even as you ponder new interactions, new potential harassment. They're like mannequins animated by pure love of Jesus.
The road stretches before you, empty and disgustingly familiar. As you drive to your parents house, you decide to...