Rose hummed an old blues song while she worked. We fell into a pattern, and the dishes were dried and stacked on the island in no time at all. Rose moved to the island and began putting everything in its rightful place.
“Go get your food,” he said with a wave of his arm. I nodded again and scuffled my way to the kitchen. “And pick up your feet when you walk,” Jared yelled after me.
This place wasn’t full of sunshine and a dry heat perfect for my morning runs. The air didn’t stick to me in Tuscon like it was here. South Tucson was my home. I lived with my mom; I ate TV meals instead of the traditional family dinners. My home was a single story doublewide on the edge of a trailer park.
I’ve pushed her deep within; hidden behind organs and bones. I add an extra lull to my laugh, plaster a smile to my cheeks. She is stuck with no hope for survival.
That should have been Mom. He should have had his arms wrapped around mom, and her the one letting out tinkling laughter. I sprinted for the front door, threw it open, and ran around to the side of the house.
Crickets belt their final notes as the echo of birds Whisper to the trees filling the night. I hear the crackle of leaves as they crunch beneath my feet. I hear the hush of the world as it surrounds me.
The lines on my arm extended upwards and to my left cheek like little spider webs making their way across my body. The zipper tab of my bag left an imprint on my shoulder and a loose button stuck to my neck. This is how Frankenstein must have felt every time he looked in the mirror.
She let her sentence hang in the air, but it still cut. Her ghost. She thought she was looking at my dead sister’s ghost.
Mom hasn’t had laughing lines like that since we’ve been on our own. Those years before Brooke was gone were the best memories I had of mom, but I could barely recall them. The entire album was full of memories I had forgotten.
I could see the fingers of the vines clinging to the stone surface. Brooke hung a wind chime off the windowsill and it was twinkling a sweet tune. I felt like a less trapped version of Rapunzel. I was completely disconnected from the world outside this window.