knack magazine / issue f ive
“I’m fine.” I sounded like a child. I wanted to run from the room, bury my head under the covers until it all went away. “I know it’s a lot, but you have to deal with it. We both do.” “Do what you think is right.” “I want you to know I’m thinking of you.” “Whatever you want.” I wanted to tell him that I didn’t want him to die. That it was all too much for me. I stared into the light coming in the window. It was blinding like a camera flash. 4 : Flowers “I did it exactly like you told me to.” “It was important.” “I know. You talk about it all the time, you go on and on about the greenness of the leaves, the stripe down the centre, the time period of the blooms, you sat up one night waiting for the first flower.” “Oh, I did not! I was watching Godzilla on TBS and I fell asleep in the chair and when I woke up I noticed the flower and I came and woke you up to show you.” I stuck my tongue out at him. He threw a pillow from the couch at me, it tipped over the planter. What was left of the dried up plant fell onto the floor. “My mother gave that plant to us right before she died!” I walked out of the house. I went to the café on the corner for a drink. I read the paper to calm down. 35