She had a baked potato
With roasted veg
And humus.
The knife and fork remained on the table
She held a tissue instead
Both her face and hands were tight
With emotion and anger.
He had the same thing to eat
All his face gave away was the fact he would rather be anywhere else
But there.
Christmas music filled the room; the rain battered the world outside.
Her plate was still full
As his got smaller
Bite by bite.
‘It is just so very hard this time of year’
Through potato and carrot
He told her
That everything would be okay
Then a drink of coke
Before asking why she was crying.
‘I’m emotional today, that’s all’
The steam had stopped rising on from her plate
His was now clean.
‘I want to feel special, like how I thought we were going to be in the beginning’
He scrunched up the tissue
After wiping what was left of his dinner
From his mouth,
He said
It is, it will be.
Dean Martin told everyone
That the fire was slowly dying.
Gary McKenzie is a 36 year old living and Studying English at Stirling University in Scotland.
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